Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1488

Cynthia stared at him for a few minutes before her lips slightly pursed.

"Do you hone yours skills and strength just to bully others?"

"Cynthia, I..."

He simply couldn't accept it. Why should she care about the weak? If they were gone, they were gone.

"Kneel."

That was all Cynthia said, but her face was heavy with gravity.

"Do you know why I've always refused to teach you medicine? It's because you lack any compassion for the vulnerable. You even find joy in instilling fear in others. Kid, you've got a wicked streak."

The words "wicked streak" seemed to etch themselves deep within him.

In the dead of night, he would wake up to hear Cynthia repeating those words.

Wicked streak, wicked streak.

How dared Cynthia speak of him that way? He was determined to learn medicine and to excel at it.

The thought was rooted in his mind, along with a crazier idea: he would make Cynthia regret her words.

Afterward, Cynthia became busier, until one day, she returned, battered and bruised, still intent on taking him away.

"Phelps, BK isn't the place for you. It's too dark here, and it twists you more every day. Come with me."

At that moment, looking into her eyes, he saw her unwavering resolve. She genuinely seemed to want a normal life and had worked hard for it.

He couldn't understand why anyone would strive for the ordinary when everyone wanted to be extraordinary.

"My daughter is adorable, you'd like her too."

How many years had he been in BK? The encounters with Cynthia were few, and each time they met, his only wish was to make her proud. But Cynthia's concerns were never about his strength but whether he had improved as a person.

She had a daughter?

He felt shocked, then he turned angry.

He'd always craved Cynthia's attention, subconsciously seeing her as a guardian, and always hoping she'd have high expectations of him.

Yet Cynthia would always ask, "Phelps, are you happy?"

Of course, he was happy. His joy came from trampling over others.

But if he admitted that, she wouldn't want to hear it. She'd probably describe him with those words again: wicked streak.

So let him, the one with the wicked streak, be her undoing.

It was she who brought him into the organization, yet refused to mentor him or see him.