“Septano, don’t… pain…” Adelina’s plea hung in the air, her voice trembling. But Septano showed no mercy. “Pain? You think you deserve to utter that word? When Selena suffered that car accident, you should understand the cost. She can no longer dance, her dreams shattered. Do you believe she feels pain?” His grip tightened, nearly crushing Adelina. She gasped, the physical torment a mere echo of the ache in her heart. She wanted to protest, to deny any involvement, but Septano’s next accusation silenced her. “Also, you orchestrated everything that day.” Adelina’s mind raced. Arrange what? What was he accusing her of? “What nonsense! I didn’t arrange anything,” she retorted. But Septano’s eyes bore into her, disdain etched on his face. “Don’t play innocent. Selena confessed—your high school classmate, that man, it was all part of your design. You’d do anything to convince me of your loyalty.” The truth eluded Adelina; she had no recollection of any high school classmate. “I swear, Septano, you’ve wronged me,” she protested weakly. But her words were futile. Before she could finish, his wrath descended upon her once more. Seputano，Selena，Adelina