"That kind of woman, who knows whose seed she's carrying in her stomach," he said with disdainful sneer, "to have the nerve to claim it's mine, she truly overestimates herself, deserves more than death."
"You...!"
Evan Willow's eyes brimmed with bloodlust as he stared hatefully at the person before him, holding back with great effort, he didn't shoot. The urgent matter at hand was to find Fletcher Kinney.
"I regret it." He gritted his teeth, "If yielding to her desires means her being mistreated by you, I'd rather imprison her in my own world. At the very least, I would never let her get hurt!"
"..." Listening to another man speak like this in front of him, if it were before, he would have ridiculed him by now. But now... he clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging into his flesh.
It seemed like he had no right anymore.
The one who didn't protect her was him, the one always hurting her was also him, even the one who had led her into such a dire situation was him.