Rachel didn't respond, the anger in her chest like a volcano ready to erupt.
Kingsly stood up from the sofa and approached her.
Clearly aware that his proximity would agitate her further, he stood a meter away and said, "You don't have to speak... I need you to give me ten minutes to listen to what I say."
"I don't want to hear anything you have to say... Let me leave!" Rachel glared coldly at Kingsly, gritting her teeth.
Kingsly saw that Rachel's eyes were still filled with tears, and his voice was hoarse with compassion. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't say you're sorry!" Rachel shouted, then turned to twist the door handle.
This time, however, she couldn't even turn the handle; it was evidently locked from the outside. Despite using all her strength, the door remained immovable.
The pain and humiliation made her lose her usual rationality. She twisted the handle with all her might, almost breaking it...
At that moment, Kingsly hugged her from behind.
