Agatha stared up at Irvin with wide, disbelieving eyes. "You… You actually dodged! You actually dared to move out of the way!"
She couldn't believe Irvin had actually moved out of the way and let her fall to the ground. She was his birth mother for crying out loud. His actions dumbfounded her.
Meeting Agatha's gaze, Irvin huffed coldly. "Aren't you the one who said I was born evil? Isn't it normal for an evil person like me to treat you this way?"
His words made Agatha breathless with anger. She wanted to scold Irvin, but she couldn't even refute what he had said.
What did it mean to be born evil? Someone born inherently wicked was devoid of human emotions and utterly lacked humanity. And would an inhuman person care if someone else fell, regardless of whether that person was their own mother?
That being said, if Irvin really was such a person, why would he still be willing to die even after knowing Agatha wanted him dead? Wouldn't an evil person want to stay alive and let everyone else die?
On the day Irvin had said those words, Agatha had been so shocked. She had also felt vindicated that he was born inherently wicked.
However, after returning to her room, she had thought about it. And the more she had, the more she couldn't keep from feeling that a truly evil person wouldn't be like this.
Because of the enlightened shaman's prophecy, Agatha had spent years looking into case studies of those born wicked. All the people in these case studies were heartless, ruthless, and completely inhuman. They all rather someone else died than themselves.
This made Agatha unable to help but wonder if that shaman had made a mistake all those years ago. Because of this, she had been avoiding Irvin these past few days. She had also stopped trying to poison him.
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