Chapter 655
Chapter 655 Episode 012 Erina Taylor, Let’s Go Home (6)
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Even though she was made homeless and destitute by this country, she had never retaliated. She could even engage in pleasant conversation with the soldiers of Eastlandia.
She would absolutely never harm a citizen of Eastlandia.
This was an unwavering rule she set for herself.
Of course, she would also never cooperate with them.
He couldn’t understand this sentiment. For him, national borders are meaningless, as long as there is profit to be had, he would not mind using any means necessary.
But just because she doesn’t harbor resentment, doesn’t mean she can accept what happened.
Staying in Eastlandia, especially in the Forces, feels nothing short of torture for her.
"Living in the past harboring hatred benefits me nothing." After thinking for a moment, Flossie Wright explained, "I can despise one person, two people, or even a hundred because I can kill them all. But I can’t hate an entire country. There are over a billion people here. They have nothing to do with me. They haven’t necessarily done anything wrong, some of them haven’t even seen bloodshed. You know, I can’t possibly kill them all."
Hating a country is the most foolish move.
She prefers to let go of her hate, living freely and unburdened, without malice towards everyone.
Perry Reed’s eyes dimmed, falling into silence.
Her response left him unable to say a word.
After a while, he said in a deep voice, "As you wish."
He knew that she was a person without resentment.
It’s not that she doesn’t hold grudges, but she is accustomed to resolving issues on the spot, not letting anything bother her for long.
This is a terrifying trait of rationality.
So no one dares to offend her, including the enemies who have had contact with her.
Suddenly, Flossie Wright spoke up, glancing at her captured wrist.
Reacting, Perry Reed’s cold eyes slightly narrowed, releasing her.
However, the moment he let go, Flossie Wright’s wrist changed from white to red. Apparently, it would soon bruise.
"What a fragile body." Perry Reed frowned in disgust, then glanced at the driver and ordered coldly, "Find a pharmacy."
The driver jolted and hurriedly acknowledged.
"Go to the hospital."
Speaking tersely, Flossie Wright pulled her sleeve forward, covering the distinct, glaring mark on her wrist.
Going to the hospital was of course, not for her wrist, but for Perry Reed’s neck injury.
"Pharmacy."
Perry Reed emphasized, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Hospital."
Unfazed by his intimidating aura, Flossie Wright responded nonchalantly.
Frowning, Perry Reed said in a sullen tone, "I’m hungry."
She moved her wrist slightly, glanced sidelong at him, and couldn’t help but find it a bit amusing.
The prestigious leader of DARK, commanding and formidable, whose words can determine life or death, is now resorting to childish excuses to avoid a trip to the hospital.
"Pharmacy."
Flossie Wright sighed, deciding not to argue any further.
Hearing their argument settle, the driver responded immediately.
Perry Reed, still probably upset, leaned back, his long legs crossed casually. His overcoat hung open on both sides, revealing a tear in his shirt that made his appearance seem messy. However, it added to his unique, rogue charm.
Besides the aura of murder and danger acquired from the killings, he is actually quite handsome. It’s just that anyone who meets him is usually intimidated by his aura.
He opened the car window without uttering a word, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
He put a cigarette between his lips, but his movements faltered slightly when he noticed the lighter in his hand.
— End of Chapter 655 —