<b>Chapter </b><b>632 </b>


    “I don’t want to hear it!” Vrie shouted. “I thought we were best friends, but you treated me like this.”


    Seeing N alive and well in front of her was initially exciting.


    However, as the reality sank in–that N had hidden the truth from her for five years, causing her so much pain–a wave of disappointment washed over her.


    She realized she had been the only one suffering all this time while N was alive and well, even back with Damon.


    Vrie felt like a joke. N was already with Damon, and here she was, foolishly seeking justice for her. Not wanting to look at N any longer, Vrie turned and quickly walked to her car.


    Once inside, she mmed the gas pedal and sped away.


    Brandon hurriedly jumped into his car to chase after her.


    N bit her lip, instinctively ncing at Damon, who had remained silent. To her surprise, she noticed a red handprint on his cheek.


    Upon realizing it was from Vrie, guilt shed in N’s eyes. “Mr. Sumner, I’m so sorry… I didn’t know Vrie would hit you.”


    Damon’s face was icy as he retorted, “Do you think saying ‘I’m sorry‘ is enough for me to let her go?” N’s heart lurched as she tried to exin, “Mr. Sumner, Vrie was just too emotional and lost herposure. Please, be the bigger person, and don’t hold this against her.”


    It was her fault for keeping her survival a secret from Vrie. If Vrie became a target of Damon’s anger because of this, N would never forgive herself.


    Upon meeting N’s pleading gaze, Damon’s expression shifted slightly. He turned away, coldly stating, ” Being emotional isn’t an excuse for hitting someone.”


    N quickly replied, “This started because of me. If you want to take it out on someone, then it should be


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    Damon studied her intently. “You think I wouldn’t?” 1


    N knew he would be displeased. Asking for leniency on Vrie’s behalf might only make him angrier.


    After a moment’s hesitation, she said softly, “Mr. Sumner, let’s go back for now. I can help you with the swelling on your face.”


    Damon frowned as if considering refusing. But as he met N’s determined gaze, he let out a cold snort.” Do whatever you want.”


    He turned and walked toward the vi.


    N quickly followed. Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Once inside the living room, she retrieved an ice pack from the fridge and wrapped it in a towel before approaching Damon.


    “Mr. Sumner, please have a seat,” she said.


    Damon sat down, his expression still dark.


    N held the ice pack close to his cheek, cautioning, “It might be a little cold, so please bear with it.”


    Her hands trembled slightly, feeling the chill emanating from Damon.


    “I’m sorry, Mr. Sumner. It’s all my fault for causing you trouble,” she apologized.


    As N leaned closer, Damon caught a hint of her after–shower fragrance, and his gaze darkened further. He lowered his eyes, only to be taken by surprise.


    The neckline of N’s nightgown dipped low, revealing a subtle hint of her corbone and chest. A wave of heat stirred in his stomach, and he felt his ears warm involuntarily.


    He quickly averted his gaze, but the image lingered in his mind.


    Silence settled between them, growing heavier by the moment.


    Just as N thought he wouldn’t respond, Damon spoke. “This better not happen again.”


    N nodded vigorously. “I promise it won’t.”


    After tending to his injury, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Mr. Sumner, please avoid touching the area, and stick to light meals for the next few days.”