Chapter 112: For the work...
"And what?" he continued, his voice dropping lower, thick with emotion. "That’s the best defense you can give him? Even with the tears still fresh on your face?"
His words cut deeper than she wanted to admit.
Arthur lifted his hand, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to touch Angel’s cheek. But before he could make contact, she abruptly pushed his hand away, her expression firm and unwavering.
"That’s not the issue here, Arthur," she said, her voice laced with frustration. "Don’t jump to conclusions when you don’t even know the full story."
Arthur’s gaze hardened as he studied her.
The way she stood, her posture rigid and defensive, made it clear—she was ready to shield Tryson at any cost. His jaw clenched, and a scoff escaped his lips as he placed his hands on his waist, exhaling sharply.
"Not what I think?" he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. "Angel, are you seriously still defending him? Are you really going to cover up for Tryson? If he ever dares to hurt you, I swear, I won’t stand by and let it happen," he said, his voice growing rough with restrained fury.
"Arthur, just stop!" Angel suddenly yelled, her voice echoing through the room. She was overwhelmed, her heart pounding as frustration and hurt swirled inside her. She had never imagined hearing such words about Tryson—especially not from Arthur.
"And why should I stop, Angel?" he challenged, his eyes narrowing.
"Because you broke my trust, Arthur!" she snapped, her voice trembling with emotion. "You swore to me that you wouldn’t breathe a word about my pregnancy, but the moment you had the chance, you ran straight to the media and broadcasted it to the entire world! And now, after betraying me like that, you think you have the right to judge Tryson?"
Arthur exhaled sharply, his eyes flashing with frustration. "What did you expect me to do, Angel? I told you before—everything I do is for your own good."