"Wade took me abroad, because at that time, the Seys Family was really a stranger to us."
"And abroad, at the age of seventeen, Wade worked multiple part-time jobs desperately to support my studies... The last thing he gave me was just one phone call! Jose Floyd, one phone call, you made my brother and I separated by life and death!"
"You let my brother Wade, who took care of and protected me since childhood, die in a foreign country..."
"Jose Floyd, tell me, should I reclaim this debt you owe? Should I take your life!"
The beach in the evening breeze, cold and silent, with only the sound of the waves.
Jose Floyd stood in place, his face exceedingly somber.
Her hand still held his, with a tremble and chill.
Her eyes were even colder and filled with hatred, aggressively questioning him...
It turned out her hatred for him was so deep, deep into her very bones...
"Jose Floyd, give me back my brother, I'll give you anything you want, okay!"
