Charlotte did not continue. She quietly tidied the documents and placed them on the desk.

Then, she cleaned up the bloodstains with a cloth.

With every wipe, she felt like she was wiping her own wound…

“Do you feel hurt because Hector got injured?” Zachary uttered.

Charlotte did not respond and continued to clean.

Losing his patience, Zachary frowned and seethed, “Are you a mute? Talk to me!”

With that, Charlotte finally stopped cleaning and looked up at him. “Why do you resort to violence? Why can’t you talk it out? Do you have to hurt others?”

Without a word, Zachary gazed at her with a complicated expression.

It took...