"What's wrong with me?"
I did not like the way he was looking at me now. It was like he was looking at some novel plaything.
"Are you Alex?" I was a little uncertain.
After going through the last two incidents, I did not even know if the person standing in front of me was actually him or a stranger wearing a mask of Alex's face.
He smiled delightedly and leaned down with his hands against the wall, closing the distance between us.
"Of course, I am. Who do you think I am?"
"You can stand?" There was some anger in my tone.
These people seem to regard lying as routine.
"I can." Seemingly noticing my anger, he explained, "I didn't lie to you. What I said about the car accident was true, but I didn't say I couldn't stand it. You just thought I couldn’t."
Alex answered righteously, but I still felt like that was an excuse.
He straightened up and finally retracted his hands from beside my head. At this moment, the imprisonment he had just imposed on me was finally lifted.
"I would like you to exercise more understanding. Being in this country is like being in the Hodds elders' territory. If I don't appear like this, I'm afraid they’ll attack me again."
I took a deep breath. "I'm not interested in matters regarding your family. If you’re here to tell a story today, go find someone else. I don't have time."
I turned to leave, but he raised his hand and blocked my way.
"I know that you’re only interested in Mr. Grant and the children now. If I'm not mistaken, you came to cut the metal wires of that door just now, yes?"
I tightened my hand around the pliers that I worked with just now.
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