Chapter 312

Lucy gazed at Michael with disbelief in her eyes, tears filled them. She hit her lips hard as Michael stood there looking at her with no ounce of emotion.

“Just how much do you hate me? '' she muffled, fighting back the tears that filled her eyelids while lying on the broken bottles scattered on the floor with her palm slightly from the sharp edges of the bottles.

Michael with his two hands dipped into his pocket, his gaze cold, glared at her for a while, with no intention of helping her.

“Get off the floor and stop overreacting” he blurted, turning slightly to show that he had no interest in helping her.

Lucy clenched her fist as her heart hurt, and those unshed tears finally flowed down her cheeks.

“This is for the best,” she muffled with her head buried as the tear dropped on her blood on the floor.

Michael turned a little “What are you talking about?” He muttered.

She lifted her head slowly “I was thinking about how to tell you the news without hurting you any further but I