Wayne Bailey's eyes were deep and unfathomable, his expression always enigmatic: "What, you don't want to?"
"He has a mother, you have a wife, and I can't—"
He harshly interrupts her, gripping her jaw with a single hand: "I'm asking you, do you want it or not?! "
"This isn't about whether I want it or not. I can't do it!"
Wayne, I don't have that much time left to accompany Leo as he grows up!
"You weren't willing to die for him?" Wayne Bailey mocks her, as if he had anticipated her answer, "If you can't do it, then don't say it casually. It'll make every word you say cheap and unbearable."
"…"
Anna Jadwin sighs in relief. Was he just testing her with those questions on purpose?
Sure enough, he sneers and adds, "Even if you kneel and beg me to agree, don't even dream that this kind of good fortune would happen!"
He glares at her angrily. What else can he say besides that?
