“Septano，don’t…pain…”Adelina’spleahungintheair，hervoicetrembling.ButSeptanoshowednomercy.“Pain?Youthinkyoudeservetoutterthatword?WhenSelenasufferedthatcaraccident，youshouldunderstandthecost.Shecannolongerdance，herdreamsshattered.Doyoubelieveshefeelspain?”Hisgriptightened，nearlycrushingAdelina.Shegasped，thephysicaltormentamereechooftheacheinherheart.Shewantedtoprotest，todenyanyinvolvement，butSeptano’snextaccusationsilencedher.“Also，youorchestratedeverythingthatday.”Adelina’smindraced.Arrangewhat?Whatwasheaccusingherof?“Whatnonsense!Ididn’tarrangeanything，”sheretorted.ButSeptano’seyesboreintoher，disdainetchedonhisface.“Don’tplayinnocent.Selenaconfessed—yourhighschoolclassmate，thatman，itwasallpartofyourdesign.You’ddoanythingtoconvincemeofyourloyalty.”ThetrutheludedAdelina;shehadnorecollectionofanyhighschoolclassmate.“Iswear，Septano，you’vewrongedme，”sheprotestedweakly.Butherwordswerefutile.Beforeshecouldfinish，hiswrathdescendeduponheroncemore. Seputano，Selena，Adelina