It would come out.
Was Sandra right to treat Blessing that way in the restaurant?
Is her friend helping her or destroying her thinking?
Do you think Blessing knows something serious?
Who is the real problem here?
That afternoon…Kelvin called me aside.“Sandra, I need to talk to you.”The tone?Serious.
I rolled my eyes.
“What is it again?”
He looked at me.Long.Carefully.
“What’s going on with you and Blessing?”
My chest tightened immediately.
“What do you mean?”
He frowned.
“I’ve been watching… the way you talk to her, the way you treat her…”
I cut him off.
“And?”
He sighed.
“It’s not right.”
That statement?It triggered something in me instantly.
“Not right??” I repeated.
“Yes,” he said firmly.
“She’s just a girl, Sandra. If you didn’t want to treat her well, why did you bring her here?”
My anger rose fast.
“So now you care about her?”
He blinked.
“What does that mean?”
I laughed bitterly.
“Of course you will notice her now.”
“Sandra, stop it,” he said, his voice tightening.
“No, you stop it!” I snapped.
Silence.
He stepped closer.
Lowered his voice.
“If you continue like this… I will call your mother.”
My head snapped.
“What??”
“Yes,” he said.
“Because this is not normal behavior.”
That was it.
That was the moment everything exploded.
“Don’t you dare!” I shouted.
He paused.
