As expected, Clara's first reaction was to blame me. "Javier, you knew that Jackson's assistant had asked for leave, and he injured his arm. How much would it hurt you to help him with the bag? Would it cost you a piece of flesh?
You're so lacking in empathy. How will you handle things at the company in the future? Who would want to deal with you?"
The endless barrage of accusations only made my headache worse.
"That's enough!
I already resigned!"
She wanted me to sympathize with Jackson. Then who'd sympathize with me?
Suddenly, Clara was stunned.
"Clara is famous for her good temper. Who wouldn't want to be her assistant? But you actually resigned. You really don't know how blessed you are," Jackson scolded me.
Blessed?
Why didn't I feel it?
Was it a blessing that anyone in the company could order me around?
Was it a blessing to be angry every day?
Forget it!
Frowned, Clara clenched her fists and said, "Don't regret it."
She was angry, clearly blaming me for not discussing it with her and accusing me of causing trouble.
"Don't worry.
I will never look back."
With that, I walked towards the elevator.
"Wait!
How can you talk to Clara like this? What's your attitude? You ungrateful bastard, apologize to her now!"
Jackson was unwilling to let it go. He actually chased after me and grabbed my shoulders.
"Fuck off!"
I frowned and pushed him away.
Jackson took a step back, pretended to stumble, and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
"Jackson!"
Clara hurried over to help him, glared at me, and said, "Javier, you're going too far. If you have an issue, take it up with me. Jackson hasn't done anything to offend you, so why are you bullying him?"
Meanwhile, a smug smile appeared at the corner of Jackson's mouth, which was extremely provocative.
Did I bully Jackson?
It was he who made the first move. I just reacted instinctively.
Clara, why did you have to lie through your teeth? Why did you always have to blame me?
Was it possible that our years of being childhood sweethearts and seven years of secret marriage couldn't compare to a fleeting stranger who suddenly appeared?
Anger surged, and frustration took hold.
I felt like my head was about to explode. Unconsciously, I clasped my hands over my head and let out a few muffled groans.
Beads of sweat kept appearing on my forehead.
"Javier, what's wrong with you?"