"Why didn't you fall to your death!" Josephine Hawthorne pointed viciously at Henry Hargrave's face, her expression sharp and bitter.
"Uh uh..." Henry Hargrave glared at her with resentment, making unclear sounds.
"What? Want to throw a tantrum at me?" Josephine said slowly, circling Henry Hargrave in his wheelchair, "Come on, if you have the guts, teach me a lesson."
When she got in front of him, seeing Henry Hargrave's clearly angry gaze, Josephine suddenly burst into laughter.
After laughing, she continued, "Henry Hargrave, aren't you unhappy because I found a man?"
"Hmph... hmph..." Henry Hargrave glared fiercely at Josephine, his gaze seemingly wanting to cut her into pieces.
"Hmph!" Josephine stopped in front of Henry Hargrave, crossing her arms and sneering coldly, looking down at him arrogantly, "What? You know how to feel heartache now? Henry Hargrave!"
