บท 108: Chapter 108 A brand

Adrian, on the other hand, sat quietly in his room, his heart aching despite the blank expression on his face. His clenched fists trembled slightly as he stared at the floor.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

Yes, for others, stealing is considered a bad thing, he thought bitterly. But for me, it was the only way to survive.

His mind wandered to the times when they had nothing—no house, no money, no one to rely on. If you don't have a home, if you don't have anything, no one cares about you, he thought darkly. Even if you eat dirt and die, the world just moves on without a second thought.

Adrian leaned back against the wall, his fists slowly loosening as his shoulders slumped. He had done things he wasn't proud of, but back then, there hadn't been a choice. It was either survive or starve, and he had chosen survival—for himself and for his brothers.