Every girl is a delicate flower, the beloved treasure in their parents' eyes, cherished and adored, yet these bastards had ground them to dust. Sienna Johnson's heart filled with grief, and even more, with anger.
"...They were still so young. They hadn't even gotten married or had children... Their lives should have been filled with countless possibilities, but now they could only come to an abrupt end," Sienna muttered in sorrow.
"Every person has their own fate!" Adrian Desmond had no such sympathy; his experiences had turned his heart as cold and hard as stone.
Weakness or kindness, from his perspective, are fatal.
Sienna sneered, her words dripping with irony, "What fate? Clearly, it's just evildoers committing evil, and these girls are the ones who suffer."
Adrian had never liked meddling in others' affairs. He had come only to take Sienna back; he had no interest in the other women.
