Chapter 23

The coffee wasn't very hot, but my hair was just done! In that moment, all the elegance, grace, and refinement flew out of my mind. I wanted to fight her with all my might! I slapped her across the face. She lunged at me and grabbed my hair. We fought each other.
Half an hour later, I was sitting quietly at the police station. A few of my buttons were torn off, and one of my earrings fell off. She had it worse, with my five-finger marks all over her fair little face, leaving many traces. I didn't create those Swarovski crystal nails for nothing. The police called Kenneth to come, but I wasn't the least bit flustered.
“I need to use the restroom,”
I smiled and requested from the police, appearing relaxed and content. But as soon as I walked into the restroom and closed the door, I couldn't help but let out a low growl. Damn it, when she pushed me, my waist hit the corner of the table.
She also scratched my back a few times, and now it burns. I'm close to crying from the pain. What I really want to cry about is that I'm not even her match. Though I hate to admit it, I actually lost the fight. It's so embarrassing.
I probably screamed in the restroom for about two minutes before I composed myself and went to the mirror to touch up my makeup. As someone who always strives to be strong, I would never allow Kenneth to see me like this. When I came out, Kenneth had already arrived. He stood there, glaring at me with a pale face.
"A fight?" he said in disbelief. "How is that possible?"
My facial muscles twitched a bit. "Just a small dispute."
He glanced at Katie beside him, then back at me. "A small dispute?"
Following his gaze, I noticed that there were red and swollen nail marks on Katie's face. I remember it wasn't that bad earlier, was it? The atmosphere around him was heavy, so I kept my head down and remained silent.
"Grace, when I told you those things, it was for us to be honest with each other, not for you to take it out on someone else!" he suddenly yelled at me.
My reaction was, what the…He actually yelled at me?
"She attacked me first!" I was truly furious.
"Her face is all scratched and swollen. How am I supposed to explain that to my brother?" He walked over, repeatedly inspecting my hands. "Where are you injured?"
Is it because he can't explain it to his brother, or is he just feeling sorry for her and trying to cover it up?
"It's none of your business!" I was so angry that just thinking about the diary he wrote made me lose my cool.
"Yes, she's your unrequited love, keeping her photo and writing about your liking for her in your textbooks. Now she cries a little and sheds a few tears, and she's in the right. Are you feeling sorry for her? Spare me your hypocrisy."
"You..." He was also incredibly angry. "Did you read my diary?"
I was about to explain that he let me read it himself, and that I stumbled upon it accidentally.
Moreover, I sought out Katie for his sake, not wanting him to be manipulated by someone again.
"Kenneth, don't argue because of me. If your sister doesn't like me, I'll just leave."
Katie stood up trembling. She walked away, crying. After a couple of steps, she collapsed.
"Katie," Kenneth rushed forward in a flash, to go help her. I stood there, and my heart suddenly broke. He helped her to her feet. Only then did I remember that I was still standing in the same spot. I turned my head,
"Get in the car, I'll take you two to the hospital."
"No need," I said.
"You don't have to invest in my acting anymore. Give the Oscar for Best Actress to her; I'm not as talented as she is."
I stood in place, with clenched fists, motionless.
"Grace, what do you want from me?" he asked.
"Take your loved one to the hospital quickly, or else the wounds might heal too late," I replied.
He stared at me intensely, then reluctantly placed Katie in the car and turned back to hold my hand.
"Let's not argue for now, let's go to the hospital and make sure there are no lasting effects," he said, lowering his voice, a sign of compromise.
As I watched him hesitating between Katie and me, I suddenly found it quite amusing. I am not his unforgettable first love. He only thought of holding my hand after settling her down. Such a gift is not what I, Grace, need.
I took a deep breath and forced a smile, "Kenneth, you know what? I think you are pitiful."
He couldn't bear to be cruel to Katie, but he was being ruthless to himself. He stood there, his lips moving, unable to utter a word out of surprise.
"I won't go, I'm perfectly fine. I'm sorry I don't have time to be the third wheel for you anymore, I have a spa appointment. Goodbye."
After saying that, I turned around and left, carrying my bag.