Sterling Norwood stood silently in place, while Selena Kensington stubbornly maintained her pose, waiting for his response.
The two were locked in a silent confrontation.
In the end, it was Sterling who relented.
He walked over, took out a key, and opened the drawer.
Inside, three used syringes lay quietly.
Some blue liquid still clung to them...
"Inhibitors."
Sterling said.
Selena's voice trembled slightly as she tried to remain calm, "Inhibit... what?"
"So, it wasn't me who made you better, but you've been using inhibitors all along?!"
Selena was losing control over the volume of her voice.
She should have thought of it... Sterling had been confined at the Northwood Estate over ten years ago for going berserk.
How could he have suddenly improved just because of her appearance after so many years?
Was she too naive...
Selena felt that familiar frustration towards her own inadequacy once more.
Dark, negative emotions almost swallowed her whole.
