"Monica, what right do you have to say that you love me?" Finn questioned her.
Monica's eyes were red as she looked at Finn's cold expression.
At the end of the day, who was hurting whom?
She fell to the ground, her heart aching like hell.
Finn had, time and time again, pushed her away so mercilessly.
She thought it was ironic. She was desperately trying to save that relationship and use the lowly method to save it, yet Finn was still indifferent to her.
Was it because she did not have the right to say she loved him? Or was it because he did not need her love at all?
"Is it because you don't believe anything I say?" Monica stared at Finn. "Just because I'm helping Michael, I'm considered dead to you, right?"
Finn's cold face seemed to be extremely patient.
