The human brain always was unpredictable.
The culprit acted like he was the good guy.
"I'm telling you the truth. I don't care whether you believe me or not. Our original plan was to simply destroy you. You're a 'defect'. If I hadn't been so softhearted, you would have been left for dead in that car accident. Knowing this, you still dare to talk to me with this attitude?!"
Hendrix clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on his arms bulged. His fists were shuddering uncontrollably.
It turns out in Nathan and his wife's point of view, Hendrix was less than trash. He was someone who shouldn't even have survived.
To them, a family member was just a product, a tool. If that product didn't meet their extremely perfect standards, it would be scrapped.
But he was an actual, living person. How could Nathan say those things so casually?
Hendrix kept quiet for some time. I knew what he had in his mind. Like faith, the more important something was, the more unbearable the sadness would be after its sudden collapse.
However, Nathan assumed that Hendrix's silence was him accepting this as truth.
He then glared at me, his face looked relaxed despite being held in a cage. "Your grandmother, Carol, is very smart. She worked with Dalton to bring you and Hendrix together. She hoped to dissolve Hendrix's hatred towards the Milton family. She did her best. Hendrix should thank her for that."
After a brief pause, he placed his hand behind his back and casually paced back and forth. "Unfortunately, you'll never be enough. You can't even protect the things that you've risked your life to obtain. Maybe I should put it this way. If I didn't have that oil contract, my transition into the Marshall family wouldn't have been smooth. Based on this, I should thank her as well."
"Did you take the agreement?"
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