After cleaning himself, Aaron returned to the room and sat on the edge of the bed right on the left side of Keyra's feet. He was silent with a cold gaze glancing at his wife who was sobbing while embracing herself in a thick, plain white blanket.
There was a pity, but there was also hatred, making him immediately look away while stroking his wet hair roughly. The man who was only wearing basic pants looked confused by the situation he was in. .the sound of his wife's crying seemed to make him tormented in regret because he was too rough when he pushed him.
Kyra, who was still crying, glanced at Aaron who was still sitting beside her. "Why are you doing all this? What did I do wrong?" Keyra asked in a hoarse voice and occasionally her breath was unstable because she had been crying for a long time.
