Dominic Crawford understood everything Joy Warren was saying all too well.
And it was precisely because he understood that he was so conflicted.
If he were on his own, he would have just turned around and left, not stuck around to listen to Simon Hughes drone on so pretentiously.
But now, he wasn't alone.
Seeing Dominic Crawford remain silent, Joy Warren grew even more anxious.
"Mr. Crawford."
She got off the sofa and knelt beside Dominic Crawford, gripping his hand tightly.
"Sierra Sullivan and the others were never that good to you, otherwise I wouldn't have left, and you wouldn't be here. Now they want to be the good guys, they want to be Saint Mothers, but they're just dragging us down with them. They don't care about us at all, so what are you still hesitating for?"
"Do it for me, for your family. Don't hesitate anymore, don't be soft-hearted, okay?"
Feeling the warmth from her hand, Dominic Crawford's heart trembled violently.
