"Glenn, I can't kill you," Flossie Wright said, slightly raising her head, staring at him intently, her words spaced out, devoid of any emotion, "but I can't forgive you."
The knife she just wielded had veered off course from the heart, brutally stabbing into Glenn's left shoulder.
The exact place it was stabbed last time.
Blood was pouring out.
She could make Glenn's body riddled with wounds, but she couldn't deliver a fatal blow.
She was wearing a military uniform now.
She understood Glenn's importance.
To this Forces, to the officers above, to the soldiers below, to those people.
The country spent heavily to forge a Glenn Hutchinson.
Yet, there's only one Glenn Hutchinson.
Even if they might spend more time and money, they wouldn't forge a second Glenn Hutchinson.
Flossie Wright was very angry, but not irrational.
However—
At the moment, she no longer wanted to be entangled with Glenn Hutchinson.
