Theresa reacted quickly, but unfortunately, she couldn't do much, only feeling a chill from her scalp all the way down to the soles of her feet.
"Ha ha ha..." Hughes sheathed his sword, his mood pleasant, "Dear sister, you see, I told you long ago that your kindness is built on countless bones and will eventually turn against you. You didn't believe me."
"No, I didn't know," Theresa shook her head in bewilderment, her eyes red from crying. Even now, she could still perform perfectly, act.
"I wanted to save them, why, why? They were so young. They hadn't committed any faults."
"Why, then, did you cause their deaths?" Hughes asked with a smirk.
"Brother, what are you suggesting?" Theresa posed indignantly, "They were your maids."
"Yes! They were my maids, what do they have to do with you? You should have used your own people for your displays, why do you always like to perform using others?"
