He didn't even have the energy to speak, "Why?"
There seemed to be a choke in his voice.
Hannah didn't care, "For the sake of propriety, afraid that your fiancé might be jealous, annoyed to see you, pick any reason you like."
She couldn't even be bothered to give him a perfunctory response.
She was never patient to begin with, her rare moments of quiet were only for contemplating how to act so that the other party would suffer a more miserable death.
Louis Snyder fell silent for a long time, so long that he didn't even notice the blood from his wrist sliding down his palm to his fingertips.
"Sister, will there ever be a day when I can be like Arnold Simmons… No, when I can be more formidable than him, and then you will come back to me?"
Hannah replied calmly, "No."
Arnold Simmons was the most powerful person in this small world, and even in the original story, no character could surpass him.
But to Louis Snyder, Hannah's words had a different meaning.
