Aria stayed quiet for a long time. After a while, she firmly said, "He's not that kind of person. Dr. White would never do something like that."
I sighed but didn't say anything.
Just then, the door suddenly opened.
I quickly said to her, "Something came up. I'll call you back."
Jonathan walked in. When he saw me end the call, a flicker of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Since when do you avoid me even when you're on the phone?" he asked.
I didn't answer his question. Instead, I stared straight at him. "You told me you wouldn't keep me locked up anymore. I should have the right to go wherever I want, shouldn't I?"
Jonathan closed the door and walked over to me. "Where do you want to go?" he asked coldly.
"I mean, I should be free to go wherever I want without having to explain to you," I replied.
"Are you going to see Frederick?" he asked.
He acted as if he hadn't heard my words and drew his own conclusion.
He continued, "Every time you leave Ford Manor, the first thing you do is go to Frederick. What's so great about him? Why do you keep going back to him like that?"
I could hear the mockery in his voice, but honestly, he had no right to question me.
"What about you?" I snapped. "You spend all your free time with Alicia."
Jonathan tugged at his collar irritably. "I've explained this to you many times. There's no need to keep repeating yourself. You should calm down."
With that, he turned and left.
As soon as he was gone, I let out a deep breath. A sharp pain flared in my wrist.
The wound from my suicide attempt hadn't healed properly. It was too deep and had stitches. Even a little water or a slight pull caused unbearable pain.
After enduring it for a moment, I decided to find a first aid kit to change the dressing.
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