To draw a clear line between love and hate was easier said than done.
I said, "Josiah, can you guarantee that Anne will grow up without any qualms?"
He nodded calmly and said, "She will. She's my daughter. I will take good care of her, and devote all my love and affection to her."
I trusted him.
So, I nodded.
Had the driver called the police? It didn't seem likely. I had acted too rashly. I should have informed Aaron that I had come to the factory. Otherwise, perhaps no one would know that I had died even if my body had started rotting.
A decaying corpse would be so ugly!
Watching as I stared at the sulfuric acid, he grinned and smiled wantonly. Then, he said, "Letting you die the same way as Natalie did is an honor."
I looked at him and said angrily, "So, from your point of view, this is a privilege, right?"
He raised his eyebrows and nodded. "It's some kind of ritual. Do it!" he urged me.
I wasn't afraid of death, but I wasn't willing to die like that. I stayed still for a long time.
He was an extremely impatient person. Seeing that I didn't react, he stood up and walked over to the table.
He picked up the sulphuric acid and eerily turned towards me. Lifting his eyebrows, he said in an impatient tone, "Do I have to do this myself?"
I looked at his somewhat twisted face and reflexively took a step back. "Josiah, you can still turn around and walk away now!" I shouted at him. "Hahahaha!" He suddenly burst out laughing and looked at me viciously. He said, "Arianna, you're scared!"
That was bullsh*t. Who wouldn't be scared in such a situation?
He approached me step- by- step, while I subconsciously moved back step-by-step.
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