The anger that Amelia had suppressed in her heart flared and exploded in an instant, and she shouted angrily, "Are you sick or what? Who do you think you are? Whose morals are you lecturing? Whether I live or die, what's it to you? So what if I drop everything for that man? My life is my own, I'll do with it as I please, whether I cherish it or throw it away. Is there any need for you to act all twisted and throw your weight around in front of me?"
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if angry yet not quite. Indifferently exhaling a mouthful of smoke, his thin lips let out two words with no emotion, "Continue."
Continue then, who is she afraid of? She felt even more suffocated with the breath held inside her.
