"Open the door." Luis overbearingly ordered.

Grace had already dealt with the traces, and limped to open the door. Luis stood outside the door, frowning slightly, staring at her coldly. Seeing Grace's sprained foot, he had no sympathy or pity, and even raised his eyebrows, gloating and saying, "You can sprain your foot in the bathroom, which shows how much you deserve it?"

"It is so vicious of you to say so? My foot is hurt like this. Instead of comforting, you gloat. You are simply too heartless. " Grace turned livid with anger.

Luis smiled coldly, turned to leave, and said without looking back, "I have no conscience at...