Chapter 384 Your Joke Is Not Funny
“Didn’t you say you have something to tell me? You can tell me now.”
Michael took his eyes off the road and cast me a glance. His voice was soft as though he was afraid of scaring me.
Hearing his gentle voice, I looked at him. But when I saw the concern in his eyes, I didn’t know how to start.
“Michael, will you forgive me if I make a huge mistake?”
I was wringing my hands as I asked him. I couldn’t look into his eyes as I waited for his answer.
“No matter how huge the mistake my girl has committed, it’s not a mistake in my eyes. You have me by your side. I don’t care what you’ve done.”
He reached his hand out to grab mine. Determination and affection were laced in his words.
My heart lurched at the warmth I felt from his hand. I’m touched by his words, but he doesn’t know the severity of my mistake this time.
I know he won’t get mad no matter the mistakes or trouble I’ve caused, but this is an exception. Will he still tell me such kind, loving words if I tell him that I hurt his mother?
I lowered my head in silence. I still haven’t figured out how to tell him. I was reluctant to spoil the happiness between us.
The car continued smoothly, and soon we arrived at the mansion.
He steadily pulled the car to a stop and turned to me with a small smile.
I merely sat there like a statue, still hesitant to tell him.
“What’s wrong? You’re acting very different today.”
I could see the concern in his eyes.
“Michael, I have something to tell you. But I’m scared we wouldn’t be as how we are right now once I told you.”
I glimpsed at him nervously. Since I’ve already decided to take the blame for Steven, I have to do it.
“What do you want to tell me? I’m worried about the way you’re acting right now.” He furrowed his brows.
I know he’ll freak out over the way I’m acting right now.
“It’s about Mom. In truth, I was the one who hurt her.”
My words came out in a whisper. I lowered my head, unwilling to see his reaction. My heart was racing as I waited for him to blow up.
He stayed silent, but I could feel his gaze on me. My palms began to sweat. I was worried about what he would say.
“What are you saying? What do my mom’s injuries have to do with you? Even though she got hurt at our house, it has nothing to do with you. You don’t have to feel guilty about it.” He pulled me into his arms and let out a sigh instead of getting angry at what I said.
I knew he had misunderstood my words. He didn’t understand what I was trying to tell him. Anxiety filled me once again.
I screwed my eyes shut and inhaled a deep breath, pulling my courage from deep within me as I said, “No, Michael. You don’t understand. I’m trying to tell you that I was the one who caused the injury to your mom’s head.”
“W-What did you say?”
He stared at me with wide, dark eyes. They were so sharp and keen as though they could see through my lies.
I forced myself to meet his gaze and kept telling myself to be strong.
“Michael, I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
I hung my head, hiding the tears that were falling.
“Anna, do you know what you’re saying?”
His face froze. He gripped my shoulder with both hands as he yelled at me. It was a first for me to see him losing his temper like this.
I knew he couldn’t accept what I had told him since it was too sudden. I knew he would be mad and hate me for it.
“Michael, I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
I didn’t dare to lift my head as I let my tears continue to fall. Pain and despair filled me. I had never felt so upset before, feeling as though someone was tightly squeezing my heart.
“Anna, do you think I’ll believe what you’ve just said? I know who you are. I know, for sure, that you won’t do something like that. Tell me, why did you say that?”
He shook me as rage filled him.
I let him shake me in silence. That was all I could tell him. I couldn’t force myself to say anything else, worried I would blurt the truth.
“Michael, please don’t force me anymore. I’ve told you that it’s all my fault. Please don’t force me to say anything else. I don’t want to say it.”
I freed myself from his grip and used my screams to cover up my guilt and anxiety.
He breathed heavily and took a few deep breaths. After a long silence, he finally calmed himself down. “Have you ever thought about how I would deal with you if you were the culprit? Anna, you’re challenging my limits.”
His voice turned cold. I could sense that there was a volcano in him that would erupt at any time.
Josephine had an important place in his heart. With her lying hurt and unconscious in the hospital, he couldn’t pretend that nothing had happened, knowing I was the culprit.
“I don’t know what you will do to me, but I hope this doesn’t affect our relationship and feelings for each other. Michael, I love you. I didn’t want to tell you this. I’m scared you’ll break up with me over this.”
I looked up at him in a fluster. I had never seen him like this before.
“If you don’t want to break up with me and want to stay by my side, then tell me the truth. Tell me who did it.”
He focused his cold gaze on me, trying to read my expression.
My stomach dropped. He didn’t buy it. I don’t know if I should be glad or afraid of that.
Should I be glad for his trust in me? Or should I be worried about him finding out about Steven?
“I told you I was the one who did it. Michael, I’m touched that you trust me, but I’m the culprit.”
I lowered my head again, not daring to meet his sharp gaze. I was afraid that he would still refuse to believe me.
“Anna, your joke is not funny,” he yelled, then alighted from the car and walked into the house.
