"Duty, duty... Because of this damn duty, can one even throw away their life?!" The villain's eyes were red, with a hint of tears shimmering at the bottom of his eyes. He was aggressively pointing towards Flossie Wright, his knife slightly moving, drawing a line on Mia Lawson's neck. The skin there instantly showed a scarlet mark. The pain made Mia grit her teeth, but she didn't dare to make a sound.
Flossie Wright coldly observed his actions. She appeared indifferent but was gradually moving closer step by step.
"Look at these people you're protecting—ingrates, self-righteous individuals. When you save them, you feel you're obliged to do it. But once you hurt them, they curse at you, pointing fingers. We've sacrificed our lives after so much hardship. Why should we deserve their accusations and insults? Answer me, why?!"
