He seemed to find it amusing: "Aldana, are you going to shoot me for this man?"
"Put down the knife!"
"He is the one who caused you to end up on that island, who made it so you can never stand on your legs again. I'm avenging you; don't you want revenge?"
Aldana looked up at him coldly: "Put down the knife!"
Philip Shaw chuckled lightly, "What if I say no?"
"Then I'll put a hole in your chest, but I can't promise where it will hit."
Philip Shaw gazed into her eyes, his light-colored pupils glimmering sharply. Although he was smiling faintly, the emotion in his eyes grew colder and colder.
"Alright. I've figured it out," he said ambiguously, "You still care about him. Even if he almost killed you, you still care. Aldana, don't tell me you still like him."
This lunatic, what nonsense is he talking?
She took a deep breath, looked at Philip Shaw, and through gritted teeth said: "Put down the knife!"
