As soon as she stepped out, she broke free from his embrace and ran off, determined to leave. She couldn't stay with this demon any longer—he was too terrifying, too heartless.
He followed behind her slowly, hands in his coat pockets, walking leisurely. His strides were long, while hers were short, but despite her running, it seemed like he could easily keep up with her. He casually asked, as if nothing were amiss, "You don't actually think I'm the one who tampered with things, do you?"
Albert Wilson stared at her slender back and muttered, frustrated. Just now in the hospital room, he had noticed her trembling and her rejection. This woman really... Did she think so little of him? Did she think he was so despicable that he would resort to such vile, underhanded tactics to deal with them?
