It had been the same routine for the past few days.


    Whenever Gavin drank, he would call me toe downstairs every few days.


    At first, it bothered me, but I no longer cared.


    Eventually, he would leave on his own.


    Honestly, I didn''t understand why he had suddenly changed so much. Previously, I was always revolving around him, and he treated me coldly as if I didn''t exist.


    Now, the roles werepletely reversed.


    Tom lowered his gaze and took a sip of tea. "Do you want me to help you get rid of him?"


    "No need." I shook my head. "Let him be."


    Besides, I already owed Tom too many favors. If I kept epting his help, how long would it take me to repay him?


    Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Gavin''s voice from the outside. "Grace, I know you''re in there. Open the door."


    The knocking sounded incessantly.


    I took a deep breath, starting to feel overwhelmed by the noise.


    But everything here had just been tidied up, and moving again would be too much trouble...


    As I was lost in these thoughts, Tom, who had been sitting across from me, suddenly stood up, walked a few steps to the door, and opened it with a quick motion.


    "T-Tom? What are you doing here?" Gavin''s expression darkened the moment he saw Tom instead of me.


    Tom leaned casually against the doorframe, nonchntly replying, "I should be asking you that."


    As he spoke, he sized Gavin up, his gaze finally resting on therge bag Gavin was holding. "What''s that you''re carrying?"


    "You don''t need to know!" Gavin snapped coldly, then turned his attention to me. "Grace, I just went to buy some medicine for you. You have to treat the scratch on your hand immediately, or it could get infected..."


    "Scratch?" Tom immediately caught the word, narrowing his eyes and turning to look at me.


    I felt a little ufortable under his gaze and quickly avoided it. Taking a deep breath, I coldly turned to Gavin. "Don''t worry about it. You should just take care of your good friend, Mandy."


    "Grace..."


    Gavin instinctively tried to enter, but Tom stepped forward, blocking his way. Tom''s voice was low as he asked, "Did Mandy cause this scratch on Grace''s hand?"


    Gavin pursed his lip but didn''t respond.


    The silence was enough for Tom to assume his answer was a confirmation.


    "I''m asking you!" Tom suddenly grabbed Gavin''s cor and forcefully shoved him out of the doorway.


    There was a loud thud as Gavin''s back mmed into the opposite wall.


    I was startled by his actions and rushed forward, grabbing his arm in case they started fighting. "Tom..."


    His gazended on my hand, and he let go of Gavin''s cor, shouting, "Get lost!"


    As Gavin''s cor loosened, he staggered against the wall, breathing heavily. He red at Tom, his expression almost twisted with rage, like a husband who had caught his wife cheating.


    "Tom, this is my wife! You''d better stay away! Do you not understand the basic rule that you don''t mess with your friend''s wife?"


    Tom''s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold smile on his lips. "If I were the one she liked back then, you wouldn''t even exist."


    Gavin gritted his teeth. "Wow! So, you''ve finally admitted that you''ve been harboring ulterior motives toward her all along!"


    Tom''s ck eyes were like an abyss, but his face remained calm. "So what?"


    "I advise you to give up on this idea! I will never divorce Grace!"


    "That''s not up to you!"