"Baron Lawrence, I know you don't like me interacting with Lyle Westbrook. I've tried my best to avoid it. But in this matter, I don't think I did anything wrong," Enna Clark said calmly, "I haven't done anything beyond the boundaries of friendship. I know you'd be mad, and I did consider whether to hide it from you. But no matter what, since I received that call, I couldn't just ignore it."
In the darkness, the man grasping her wrist tightened his grip slightly, "So what are you saying? You knew I'd be angry but still cared for him?"
Enna met his eyes, with simmering anger, without flinching, "If I were to ignore someone who saved Gigi just because I knew you'd be angry, I can't do it."
If it were just because Baron Lawrence was displeased with her communicating with Lyle Westbrook, and she heartlessly hung up the phone knowing Lyle's situation wasn't good, pretending nothing happened, she wouldn't be herself.
"Baron Lawrence, if it were you, would you ignore it?"
