Alex shielded Amelia behind him, his face cold. He could empathize with the middle-aged woman's loss of her daughter. If Amelia had been the one to suffer, he would have been crazier than the middle-aged woman. But understanding was understanding, sympathy was sympathy. He didn't blame himself for that. He had done everything he could.
Alex stopped the middle-aged woman's raised palm and pushed her to the side. He said coldly, "On account of your daughter's unknown life and death, I won't argue with you."
However, the middle-aged woman was still unwilling to give up. Helena, who was listening from the side, was very frustrated. She raised her voice and said, "Are you done?! Didn't he go down to save her? Didn't he encounter any danger? What right do you have to ask a stranger to sacrifice his life to save your daughter?! Why? Your daughter's life is a life. Aren't other people's lives important too?!"
