The ambition of someone who is unwilling to be subordinate to others and will stop at nothing to climb up the ladder.
He was all too familiar with that look in his eyes.
The Mellon family's illegitimate daughter, who grew up in the slums, certainly had the motivation to climb the social ladder.
He didn't originally intend to get involved in this matter.
One day she discovered that her first friend, seemingly kind, had only been using her as a stepping stone. It would be good to teach her a lesson.
So even when Anne came to him and offered to replace him as a better successor, he didn't actually have the intention to kill her.
But that girl was too stupid.
Foolish enough to think his indifference was tacit approval.
He actually considered poisoning her.
So he sent someone to kill Anne.
The person who made the move didn't expect their young lady to suddenly appear.
She watched helplessly as her friend was shot dead in the street. His eyes bulged out, blood spurted, and he died with his eyes wide open.
That night, she had her first argument with him.
With red eyes, she questioned him, asking how he could be so cold-blooded and cruel.
My lips almost bled from biting them.
He almost wanted to reach out and touch her lips, to make her loosen her teeth.
There's not much to explain.
Whatever the reason, he did order the killing.
He was indeed cold-blooded and cruel. In his eyes, other people's lives were not even worth living.
After all, the only person he loved and cared about was the girl in front of him.
So he didn't say much.
He told her not to easily trust others, and that no relationship is unbreakable without some degree of self-interest. Having feelings creates a vulnerability. He was teaching her a lesson.
The word "class" made her incredulous, and she took a half step back.
The way he looked at me was as if I were a stranger.
From that moment on, he saw hatred in her eyes.
The real hatred for him.
He wasn't surprised when he later discovered that she was plotting to kill him.
He had raised the girl himself since she was a child; he understood her personality and knew her abilities.
The bomb was cleverly and secretly placed in his car, avoiding everyone.
If he hadn't noticed beforehand, he would indeed have been blown to bits.
But he didn't blame her.
Even if she really dies, I won't blame her.
If a man as sinful as him is destined to die at the hands of someone, he would rather that person be her.
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He smoked heavily during the days she wasn't around.
He watched her in China, where she had loving family, a man who loved her, and trustworthy friends.
He was the one who decided to let go and give her freedom. Yet, he stayed awake through countless long nights, amidst the rising smoke, until dawn.
I want her back.
He thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile.
He was indeed not that magnanimous.
His nature is selfish and despicable.
He's already made so many mistakes. One more won't make a difference.
Even if it's only temporary.
Even if it's just for a short time...
They had someone bring her back, brainwash her, make her forget Annie's death and everything about China, and make her stay by his side.
It's a pity.
Even without the memory of those events, he could no longer keep her.
So he thought that perhaps he shouldn't have let her kill the rabbit in the first place.
The night she came to find him after regaining her memory, she hugged him from behind.
He turned around and embraced the girl. His fingertips touched the girl's back, where she had personally used a branding iron to remove the scars left by her tattoo.
He feared that if he died one day, she wouldn't be strong enough, and no one would protect her in this world.
In the end, however, he was the one who hurt her the most.
She's right.
That's not how you love someone.
If we could do it all over again, on that stormy night when she looked at him with such anticipation and reliance, he would definitely hold her and say yes.
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