Amelia Sanchez looked at David Lincoln's handsome face and thought about the clever and capable Charlotte Lincoln, unable to understand how David could be so unskilled.
Amelia tried to persuade him: "David."
"Hm."
David was cold and resentful.
Amelia wondered if David hated her.
"Don't you worry about your sister at all? Don't you want to stand by her and support her? If you were as capable as Harrison Chase, no one would dare to mess with your sister even if she did nothing.
But look at your sister now. Harrison happened to be there by chance, but what if he wasn't? What if there was no Harrison Chase?
You can't shoulder the responsibility. Your sister has to work with her sick body, and she will die from exhaustion. What would you do when she's gone? Cry at her grave?"
"..."
David looked coldly at Amelia: "I did it all for you, and you're still blaming me?"
"... I know you did it for me, but I don't like it either. I prefer men with abilities."