She noticed again that her tears had completely soaked the front of his shirt—perhaps even some of her runny nose—and muttered,
"Sorry…"
She realized that when she was with him, the words she said most often were just thank you and sorry.
Catherine hadn't expected her predicament today to be witnessed by him again. It seemed as if his presence had never left her life during this time. From the first day she returned to the country, meeting him at the hospital, to now—almost every moment of her embarrassment, he had been there, silently confirming her status as what he once called someone "addicted to being bullied."
Bert, with his cold gaze, looked at her tear-streaked, reddened nose and eyes.
"Calmed down?"
Catherine nodded quietly. Just moments ago, hearing Renata recount the events, she had truly lost all rational thought in her anger.
His cool voice continued,
"Still planning to kill anyone?"
Catherine felt embarrassed, "…"
