"Brandon, why aren't you going to die?"
This sentence was like a curse, torturing Brandon badly. She hated him so much that she wanted him to die.
Brandon's expression was cold and terrifying.
The veins on his forehead bulged.
In a time of grief, she said the most hurtful thing.
"Yes," he admitted.
"The woman who pestered Jason was a hooker that I hired. Savanna, since you regret giving birth to Mandel, why do you try to take Mandel away from me?"
Brandon stared at Savanna, his eyes slowly turning red. "Even if you win, what do you have to raise him? Your unstable Thompson Group?"
Brandon looked down on her like this, and the words he said were like sharp blades, stabbing straight into the depths of Savanna's heart.
She desperately swallowed the pain, and she stroked the wall to support her powerless body.