Her delicate brows suddenly knitted together, her small face full of rejection.
"I already said it's my birthday today—don't bring up anything that'll make me unhappy!"
Whoever she mistook him for at that moment, that question clearly touched a nerve. She turned her face away at once, pointedly looking to the other side, making it obvious she had no intention of dealing with him anymore.
Being despised like this that night… Bert truly…
But he told himself again: she probably felt that night was something she could never bear to recall—not because of his skills, but because that night ruined her innocence and left her reputation in tatters.
If his skills were bad, how could he have helped her break through such a strong dose of that drug?
Then he asked another question he had always cared deeply about:
"Why didn't you hand over the evidence back then to clear your name?"
"You don't understand—"
