The thought emerged in her mind, like a fierce fire burning intensely within her, igniting a blaze that spread throughout her heart. She looked at Steven Balance and Philip Shaw, a ripple slowly forming in her calm eyes, showing a trace of hidden hatred.
This nearly decade-long chaos, all stemmed from these two people, hatred, pain, even all despair, every time she woke up from a nightmare, its origin was with them...
She hated them more than anyone, more than anyone wished they would disappear from this world, yet she repeatedly fell into their hands, unable to transcend.
She, dazed and confused, sat in the wheelchair, looking at Philip Shaw, then at Steven Balance, her whole self consumed by this conflicted hatred, unable to make a choice.
Steven Balance seemed to have sensed her thoughts as well, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips, yet a slight bitterness spread in his heart.
She hopes he dies.
