No rights!

Jake's POV

I was deafened by her slap, but I heard almost every word she said afterward clearly, at that time it was as if I had been doused with freezing water. How can I even say those words?

What's the difference between me and Grandpa if I also look at people based on their state in life, "I'm sorry, I—" I couldn't finish what I was going to say because I knew that when I said it, I didn't mean it to say that would sound like an excuse.

Even if the situation is reversed, those are the words that came to my mind and I can't change that, and I hate myself for that.

"No need to say sorry, you already said it." She answered me annoyed, when I was about to hold her by the arm, a hand stopped me.

"Don't touch her, now you're going to help her arrange YOUR wedding and you're still like that?" He said sarcastically, this was the first time he had done it in front of other people.

He stood there as if he didn't care what other people would say, he held my hand tightly and didn't care even