Amaira's eyes shone with killing intent and Charles couldn't help but gulp. It brought thousands of scenes in front of him that forced him to recall those flashes. Those expressions...
While taking a better look, he could feel his mother in her. Those would be the same expressions of her if she was alive at that point.
"You don't mind?" Charles asked with the careful instinct but all she did was to shake, "He separated me from my mother, why shall I be happy for him? He killed his own child, does he deserve mercy? Because of him, both of you hated me.... I was never able to get proper motherly love and brother's love... All Shirley Johnson did was to use me for her motive! As a tool to get power... He snatched my happiness. I..-I..."
