Chapter 25: How could he...?
’’6 years, I see," he nodded.
Diana’s brows furrowed. I see. What did he mean by ’I see’?
"So, in the past 6 years, as a sweet friend, how many times did you look for me? Did you even care if I was alive or dead?" Maxim tilted his head to the side, ’’Did you try to call me as the friend that you say you are?"
’’I didn’t have your number...’’ Diana did not meet his gaze, ’’How could I have known how to look for you?"
’’I still have the same sim card that you gifted me on my 16th birthday,’’ Maxim said.
Diana’s lips parted. That sim card... It shared two same digits as the one she had put in her burner phone. That year, she was really confused about what she should gift him on his birthday. Her sister suggested a phone but she did not want to make Maxim uncomfortable nor did she want to come off as some spoiled rich brat who squandered her money so she ended up gifting him that sim card.
When he got a phone, he used it but she never thought... ’’I didn’t know you are still using it,’’ she murmured.
’’You would have known if you tried to call me,’’ Maxim said, ’’But you didn’t. That’s why you don’t know so don’t come to me and give me this ’we are friends’ crap when you haven’t done anything that makes me feel like it.’’
Diana’s fingers curled into a fist. She inhaled a deep breath, ’’What gives you the right to lecture me? What have you done? Did you reach out to me? You just went up and left after graduating all of a sudden. I didn’t even know...’’