"Irvin? Do you enjoy breaking up my family and torturing me? Do you want me to be as miserable as you are? Is that your ultimate goal??" I clenched my fist, my nails drug into my palm, but I didn't feel any pain.
My child and Hendrix, if anything happened to either of them, I would live with the guilt for the rest of my life.
Irvin's face fell instantly. He did not say anything in response and seemed like he was waiting to hear what I had to say.
When it came to love, I was not afraid to be threatening at all. Looking down on him, I said in a cold tone, "You can take back everything I owe you, even if it means sacrificing my life. Because that's the least I can do for you, I admit it!"
"Shirley and Dannie are missing. Even though Hendrix had his suspicions about you, I was still willing to stand on your side. On the phone, you didn't give me any clear warnings. I knew it was dangerous, but I was willing to put myself at risk and become a hostage. We have experienced life and death together. I never doubted your loyalty towards me."
"Up until just now, I didn't believe that you had anything to do with my child!"
"But what about you? What have you done? You don't know the whereabouts of the woman who loves you, and instead, all the while, you've been hanging out with this group of people. You wasted your time plotting against Hendrix in an effort to pursue the love that I can't give you?!"
I pointed at Irvin and glared at him with hatred that I had never felt before. "You're destroying yourself! You're stepping on our mutual trust! You're betraying everyone who loves you! You're not worthy of being loved at all!"
"That's my child, how could you bear to..." I took a deep breath and calmed down. "If I could foresee the future, I would rather have died in that abandoned factory than accept your arrogant love!"
I couldn't deny that I was lashing out at Irvin.
Everyone knew to cherish their lives at all costs.
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