"Not long ago." Aldana Candi lowered her head, not seeing Philip Shaw's relieved expression, "Just when you kicked him away earlier."
"..." Philip Shaw's face looked grim.
Aldana Candi slightly shifted her gaze, couldn't help but glance at the miserable-looking middle-aged man, but was blocked by Philip Shaw's palm before she could see.
"Don't look." He forbade her from seeing, pushing the wheelchair to bring her back to the bedroom, with blood still on his hands. He washed his fingers clean in the bathroom before coming out.
Aldana Candi sat in the wheelchair, asking him, "If I hadn't spoken out just now, were you going to kill him?"
Philip Shaw glanced at her: "He deserved to die."
Aldana Candi pressed her lips slightly, speaking softly, "Life is very precious."
Born in the darkest places, she still maintained a fundamental reverence for life.
