Chapter 141

"Why should I? He hit me, too, you know? Look at my swollen face, Ms. Salford. If anyone should apologize, it's him! Why should I be the one to say sorry?" Harvey protested indignantly. As he spoke, his gaze flitted toward the worn-out glove in Billy's hand, his expression full of resentment. "And seriously, it's just some old glove. What's so special about it? If it's ruined, I'll just buy him a new one." "You don't understand. My mom made this for me, and you ruined it!" Tears streamed down Billy's cheeks. His small fists clenched tightly, and his expression burned with anger. Harvey froze for a moment, a hint of guilt flashing across his face. He lowered his head and, for once, remained silent. Seeing the way Billy looked, Clara's heart twisted painfully. For some inexplicable reason, she saw a reflection of her younger self in him. She crouched down, meeting Billy's eyes, and handed him two tissues. She said in a soothing tone, "Don't cry anymore. If your glove is ruined, ho