That was also part of our agreement that grievances had to be acknowledged by the other party.
“It’s the last page?” Abigail froze for a moment.
“What else would it be?” I narrowed my eyes, glancing at her right wrist.
A hint of a tattoo was visible there.
Noticing my gaze, she tugged down her sleeve. As she signed, she complained, “You’re getting more and more petty. You even write down this kind of trivial nonsense. Trying to threaten me with some crappy notebook? That trick stopped working a long time ago.”
She looked completely indifferent.
What she didn’t know was that I had always taken this seriously.
After signing and pressing her fingerprint, Abigail casually tossed the notebook back to me.
Harrison's POV
“Fine. Spend the rest of your life clinging to that pettiness of yours.”
With that, Abigail turned and went to take a shower.
My heart clenched sharply. After a long moment, I let out a quiet sigh.
The girl who once kissed me in the rain, who swore she would love only me for the rest of her life, had died somewhere in this chaotic, glittering world.
That night, Abigail opened the bedroom door.
But I never went in.
Early the next morning, my sister sent me a message.
[Bro, just wait and enjoy the show.]
I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anticipation. Then I went to the hospital with Abigail.
As soon as we arrived, a nurse rushed over.
“Dr. Mason! Please go check on Mr. Price. Something’s happened to him!”
Abigail’s face changed instantly. She hurried after the nurse, nearly twisting her ankle in her panic.
I curled my lips into a faint smile and followed behind.
Inside the director’s office, Logan was hiding in the corner, wearing nothing but his underwear.
Not only his head, but even his eyebrows had been completely shaved off.
His entire body was covered in tattoos of half a butterfly.
The only difference was that the letters hidden inside the designs weren’t initials anymore.
They were replaced with words jerk, idiot, and gay.
I almost laughed out loud.
That was my little sister for you—truly worthy of her title as the Capital’s Social Powerhouse. This was exactly my kind of justice.
“Logan, who did this to you?”
Ignoring all propriety, Abigail rushed forward and pulled him into her arms, her eyes filled with pain and concern.