His expression was pitiful—his blue eyes blinking fast like he might cry again, his lower lip trembling just a little.
She smiled.
But it wasn't kind.
"Angry?" she repeated sweetly.
"No, no. I'm proud of you."
Her voice dripped sarcasm.
"So proud, in fact, I might build a statue for how you almost got sold to a brothel chasing your big dreams."
When Ruby went to the Civil Protection office, they showed her the official statement detailing how everything had happened. To be honest, she was deeply disappointed in Karl.
Karl winced. "Wife…" he whispered again, head lowering, ears red.
"Heh." Ruby let out a dry chuckle and crossed her arms.
"So? Tell me. How exactly did this brilliant path to stardom begin, huh?"
Karl gulped and looked away, clearly feeling the weight of her anger.
"…I-I don't know… she was crying… and I thought she was in trouble. She said she was a director. She said she knew you too… and I believed her…" he said in a small, ashamed voice.
