Chapter 22 Sweet Lucky Girl

• For a moment, Ava couldn't find anything suitable to say, she was just gulping and interlocking her fair slender fingers. Her brain turned quickly after a few seconds, and she mumbled out, “I'm sorry,” Freya scoffed scornfully, “You are sorry?” her tone carried a hint of sarcasm as she singled out her arms,
• “Ava, you claimed that we are your friends, but then you kept something huge as this from us. Who does that? How could you do that?” her anger skyrocketed, and it was taking all the stability within her to resist herself from yelling.
• Raising her head slightly and seeing the reproachful look in her eyes, Ava couldn't help but lower her eyes like a deflated balloon. Caleb, who had stayed silent, spoke up for the second time, “Why didn't you tell us about him, Ava?” he asked carefully, adjusting his glasses and leaning over on the round steel table.