The waiter met her gaze and leaned into the table, his voice low, "It wasn't my fault that your husband suddenly jumped in to protect your stepdaughter. You didn't tell me loved her enough to sacrifice his life for her."
"What?" Stella's gaze darkened. "Are you by any means blaming me for your mistakes?!"
"It's not my fault," the waiter blinked. "I didn't expect Mr. Swift to shield her when I aimed at her. Because your instruction kept ringing in my ears, I had to try and kill her but your husband kept interfering till the end. He was determined to die for her sake!"
"Yah!" Stella slammed the table with her palms filled with rage as she got up from her seat. "Are you a fool?" she asked, her eyes turning teary. "When you saw my husband putting his life on the line, you should have aborted the mission, why did you go ahead with it? Why?!"
