Chapter 1759
Chapter 1759: How Much Do You Hate? (4)
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Knowing her appearance, wanting to confirm her identity, it’s merely a matter of his choice.
Since she’s already acknowledged one identity, she doesn’t mind acknowledging another.
"The plight of the Taylor Family..." Glenn Hutchinson lowered his head, gazing at the indifferent Flossie Wright, and said hoarsely, "You should be clear of the reason."
"I am clear."
Her eyes slightly flickering, Flossie Wright spoke very naturally.
Of course, she was clear.
That was precisely why she didn’t target Eastlandia.
After initially fleeing Eastlandia and spending half a year establishing Saughter, Erina Taylor immediately sought connections to investigate the reason behind her family’s "massacre."
As expected, she found out.
Except, she remained completely unaware within the family.
Her father was a retired soldier, but after returning to his hometown, he began to run some shady businesses.
The whole family was involved in these businesses.
At that time, Erina Taylor looked into Eastlandia’s laws, and considering the actions of the Taylor Family, even if caught, they would likely face the death penalty.
Of course, this country wouldn’t want panic, so they handled it secretly.
The method wasn’t important.
And at that time, when Erina Taylor was escaping amidst various explosives, she noticed the insignia on the attackers’ arms.
It was the intersecting swords.
None other than today’s Aaron Doom.
It could be said it was Aaron Doom executing that mission.
She didn’t know the reason why, nor why the father who taught her how to be, how to be forgiving, how to be righteous, led the family down such a road, and she never pursued the reasons.
The young Erina Taylor died in that disaster, perishing along with them.
Because she had no reason to hate.
From the perspective of the country’s laws, even from the principles her father taught her, the actions of the Taylor Family were unacceptable.
They could only be eradicated.
Of course—
Those were objective reasons.
After all, she was born into that family, and at the time, she was unaware and was forced to roam in foreign lands due to that sudden ordeal, never again setting foot in the country as Erina Taylor.
There was still hatred, grievances.
Yes, rationally speaking, the erasure of the Taylor Family seemed normal, normal enough for ordinary people to feel relieved. But, emotionally, Erina Taylor couldn’t let go of this hatred and easily accept this country, especially the Forces.
Especially—
Aaron Doom.
If not for Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie Wright definitely wouldn’t have come to Aaron Doom.
It’s her contradictory reason, an unforgivable hatred, even though she’s now a part of it and can often empathize, yet still unable to forgive what she had gone through.
Indeed, the members of the Taylor Family harmed many people, yet, they alone provided her with the healthiest growth environment.
"Do you hate?"
Staring at her intently, Glenn Hutchinson asked softly.
He could understand.
Precisely because he understood, he allowed Flossie Wright to leave.
This place wasn’t pleasant for her.
He couldn’t even imagine the kind of feelings Flossie Wright harbored when she first arrived.
Anyway, it wasn’t pleasant.
"Hate." She responded lightly, disposing of the apple peel into the trash bin.
"How much hatred?" Glenn Hutchinson asked, with downcast eyes.
"I don’t know."
Flossie Wright replied calmly.
"Are you still choosing to stay?" Glenn Hutchinson frowned slightly.
With a soft voice, Flossie Wright stood up.
She confronted Glenn Hutchinson directly.
Her expression carried a slight hint of tranquility.
Meeting Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze with fearless transparency, Flossie Wright showed no emotional fluctuations or the hatred she spoke of.
"Why?" Glenn Hutchinson asked solemnly.
"Hatred is one thing, staying is another," Flossie Wright spoke casually, her tone light, "I choose to stay now to give you a chance to keep me here completely."
Implying their promise still holds.
The promise that would make her stay willingly.
However, rather than saying it’s giving Glenn Hutchinson a chance, it might as well be giving herself a chance.
Six years had passed since that incident.
During these six years, she had experienced many things, even witnessing countless life and death situations after that, the escapes from life and death, the sacrifices of companions side by side, memories more agonizing than those six years ago.
All things considered, there were too many, too many.
Yet, the event causing everything initially remained most vividly in her memory.
Occasionally dreaming, it felt like experiencing it all over again.
Unable to simply let go, she knew she shouldn’t blame others, but the knot just remained a knot. If it were easy to resolve, it wouldn’t have lasted until now.
She was waiting for a reason.
A reason to accept soldiers, and also a reason to untie the knot.
Glenn Hutchinson, can you do it?
She was betting this time.
Seeing her calm demeanor, Glenn Hutchinson’s eyebrows slightly moved.
His heart stung a little.
The candid Flossie Wright in front of him left him unprecedentedly at a loss.
The information Erina Taylor initially uncovered might have been extensive, but there was one piece of information she couldn’t discover...
That was the main reason he didn’t want her to stay.
Yet, seeing her like this, Glenn Hutchinson found himself powerless to explain.
"What if you can’t stay?"
After a brief pause, Glenn Hutchinson continued to ask.
"I’ll leave voluntarily."
Raising her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, Flossie Wright looked up at the dazzling sunlight outside.
The gentle light cast across her brows, and her fair skin appeared almost transparent in its glow.
Wearing the hospital gown, she showed none of the frailty, weakness, or sickness one might expect from a patient; her eyes were sharp, cold, matching the cool indifference of her entire aura, difficult to integrate with anything around.
Her name was Flossie Wright.
Also, she was once the arrogant and overbearing leader of Saughter, Erina Taylor.
Thus, no one could see her weakness.
Glenn Hutchinson looked deeply at her.
— End of Chapter 1759 —