Chapter 269 The Cruel Answer

Catherine tried to shake off Harry’s hand, but this time his grip was ironclad. "You're hurting me." Harry released her immediately. "I'm sorry," he rasped. Catherine stepped back to put some distance between them. She looked down at her wrist, where a clear red handprint was already forming, and frowned. "What do you want to say?" For some reason, she sensed that Harry was incredibly nervous. She wondered what had happened. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, her gaze turned cold. Why should she care what happened to him? Harry looked at her indifferent face. The icy voice from the video seemed to echo endlessly in his mind. He really did not want to believe that those words had come from Catherine. The question was right on the tip of his tongue, yet he found it excruciatingly difficult to ask it. It was such a simple sentence, but when he opened his mouth, it was as if he had lost his voice. Catherine waited patiently for him to speak, curious about what was so urge