Nicole finished speaking.

Clayton’s hand movements stiffened slightly.

From above, he saw her dark hair and her white and tender neck. Just pressing it lightly was enough to leave marks on it. It made him feel the urge to leave a mark, yet he could not bear to do so.

When she spoke, her voice was soft like a spring breeze or a fountain of water flowing into his heart.

No one had ever told him “you’re not in the wrong” before.

The maid clearly saw that his mother jumped down by herself back