Why.
Wayne Don's question startled Noah Bates himself.
Why... why did he have to do this?
But Noah Bates couldn't provide an answer.
Wayne Don thought Noah Bates didn't understand his question, so he asked again very carefully, "Why, why were you so cruel to mommy before, and now you are desperately protecting her?"
Noah Bates's fingers stiffened, and as he looked into Wayne Don's eyes, the words stuck in his throat, "I..."
"From the beginning, you were the one who wanted her dead," Wayne Don took a deep breath and looked straight into Noah Bates's eyes, "but in the end, you were also the one who wanted to protect her at all costs. Young Master Bates, I can't understand you. If you don't love my mom, just let us go. Why..."
Why keep hurting him time and time again, yet silently and lonely, watch over her in the shadows when she was in trouble?
His feelings were too pathological; Wayne Don couldn't understand them, nor could he comprehend them.
"I don't know either."