He reached out his hand to grab Alza's collar.
Just as his fingertips were about to touch that thin shoulder.
Heath suddenly stepped forward, firmly blocking the way.
"Don't touch him!"
"He's someone brought back by the Female Master personally, Evan Sinclair, neither of us have the right to touch him, let alone hurt him."
Evan Sinclair finally couldn't hold it in, his eyes instantly turned red, bloodshot eyes filling the sockets, his arm trembling uncontrollably.
"So we just keep enduring? Keep retreating? Keep watching her do whatever she wants?"
He practically shouted.
"Heath, didn't we agree back then? As long as we ignore her and don't respond to her, she would grow tired of us and let us go! But now? What are you doing? Bowing and scraping, pleasing her, coaxing her, even starting to defend her?!"
His disappointment wasn't just towards Heath, but even his own brother Ethan Sinclair chilled him to the bone.
"What have you all become now?"
