"Although I'm glad you didn't kill me, brother, I still have to say, if I truly were the Desire Mother Tree, your moment of hesitation would have cost you a great opportunity for victory.
Even now, you're still like this.
Just like when we were nearly sold off… If you hadn't cared about me back then, brother, you could have dealt with the problem more safely."
Abigail's voice was soft, but her sweet tone carried words colder than winter:
"Don't concern yourself with the lives of others, don't worry about the gains and losses of your companions. Brother, you only need to protect yourself."
Chloe was silent.
He didn't expect Abigail to be able to say such chilling words with a body temperature of 36 degrees.
But now he somewhat believes that Abigail really is that girl from back then.
He snapped his fingers, and the various restrictions binding Abigail vanished.
