Chapter 100 She's Better Than You in Every Way

The heavy feeling of dread made Sable freak out. "I was just kidding," she stuttered.

"You better be, or I'll make sure you can't stay in Shadow City anymore," Dorian warned.

Dorian made a threatening throat-slitting gesture, then grabbed Anne's hand and walked out.

Watching Dorian hold Anne's hand so gently after being so harsh to her, Sable's chest tightened with anger.

She couldn't help but yell, "Dorian! What's so special about her that makes you so mean to me?"

Dorian stopped in his tracks, standing tall, not even bothering to turn around. He replied coldly, "She's better than you in every way!"

Dorian tightened his grip on Anne's hand and walked out with determination. A sudden noise followed—no need to guess, it was Sable throwing a fit.

Without a word, Dorian dragged Anne out of the private club. Her wrist ached from his grip, and she tried several times to break free, but Dorian's strength was too much.

Once outside, Dorian finally let go of her hand. He turned, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is in there? Or do you think you're so smart you can handle it all? Anne, how did I not realize before just how overconfident you are?"

His scolding hit a nerve, sparking Anne's rebellious spirit.

"Yes, I'm overconfident, but that's my business! Mr. Windsor, face the truth. We have nothing to do with each other, so stay out of my affairs!"

"Fine, it's my fault for meddling. From now on, if I interfere in your business again, I'm the fool!"

Dorian turned abruptly and stormed off. Anne's legs gave way, and she squatted on the ground, her eyes slightly red, feeling overwhelmed with grievance.

"Anne!"

Anne heard someone calling her urgently. For a moment, she thought it was Dorian, but when she looked up, it was George.

George, fearing Anne might be in danger, rushed over without hesitation. Seeing Anne squatting alone on the ground, his heart skipped a beat. As he got closer, he realized she was fine, just looking a bit sad.

Realizing he had overreacted, George pressed his lips together and asked, "Are you okay?"

Anne nodded and slowly stood up. "Where's Diana?"

"In the car."

Anne followed George back to the Cayenne. Diana had come to her senses but seemed deeply traumatized, sitting in silence with a gloomy expression.

George drove while Anne sat in the back, quietly accompanying Diana. She noticed bruises of varying degrees on Diana's arms and legs.

She didn't know what kind of torment Diana had endured, but seeing her dazed state, Anne felt heartbroken.

Anne accompanied Diana back to her place. George had to leave for work, so Anne planned to stay with Diana for a while.

Diana still didn't speak, just sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring outside.

Anne made her favorite coffee, but Diana didn't touch it. She cooked a bowl of pasta, but Diana didn't eat it either.

Anne just sat by her side, silently accompanying her, waiting for her to be willing to speak.

The sky was getting darker, and the evening breeze started to blow, taking away the day's heat and bringing a sense of calm.

The sunset's glow shone through the window onto Diana. She hugged her legs tightly, curling up even more.

"Are you feeling cold?" Anne asked softly.

Diana shook her head, finally responding to Anne. "No matter how cold it is, it's not as cold as my heart."

Anne walked over and sat in front of her.

Diana glanced at her and gave a faint smile, but it lacked any warmth.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm fine. See, I'm perfectly okay now." Diana shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but accidentally bumped her arm against the wall, wincing in pain.

Anne immediately reached out to check her arm and found a large bruise, the kind usually caused by a severe impact.

"I'll get some medicine," Anne said, turning to leave, but Diana stopped her.

"No need, this little injury is nothing."

She spoke earnestly, "In the past, I loved to indulge myself in a hedonistic lifestyle, thinking that as long as I didn't care, nothing could hurt me. But after this experience, I realized that one can't be too careless, or fate will find a way to punish you."

"Diana, what are you talking about? This has nothing to do with fate. It's all Sable's fault!"

Diana shook her head vigorously. "If I had been more cautious, smarter, and not gone with Sable, maybe none of this would have happened."

"You mean you went with Sable willingly?" Anne asked, realization dawning on her. No wonder there were no signs of forced entry in Diana's room; she had gone with Sable voluntarily.

Diana fell silent, but Anne quickly understood what had happened.

Guilt washed over Anne. "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gone with her. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have almost been hurt."

"Anne!" Diana interrupted her sternly. "I don't blame you, nor do I resent you. Please don't take all the responsibility on yourself. I thought Sable wouldn't go too far, so I thought I could negotiate with her on your behalf, and she would leave you alone."

"I was naive and fell into her trap. But fortunately, you and Mr. Windsor arrived in time, and nothing happened to me, so please don't blame yourself."

Looking into Diana's determined eyes, Anne felt a bit ashamed. How did it turn out that Diana had to comfort her instead?

Diana tightly held Anne's hand. "I'm fine now. I was indeed feeling heavy-hearted earlier, but now that I think about it, I should be grateful that I wasn't hurt and that Mr. Windsor arrived in time to save me."

Speaking of George, Diana's eyes involuntarily showed admiration.

"Anne, I'm hungry."

"Then I'll go heat up the pasta for you. No, I'll make you a fresh bowl."

Anne made Diana a new bowl of pasta, which she ate cleanly, and then she took a hot shower.

After they finished washing up, they snuggled in bed, talking about their feelings.

"Are you sure you're okay now?" Anne was still worried about Diana's earlier silence.

"I'm fine, don't worry. I have a new goal now." Diana's eyes sparkled.

"What new goal?"