"What you want is."
Winter calmly gazed at Jason. Why did she feel a sense of pity for this twisted man's wounded soul?
"Money."
"Money, huh? Money's good."
"Wounds, pain, catastrophe."
"What are you talking about?"
"The end of a futile and meaningless revenge that you don't even know who it's directed at."
Jason stood still without saying a word.
Winter closed her mouth and looked past Jason's shoulder.
Jason's gaze began to follow Winter's to the back.
"Jason, what is this... How could you do this to me..."
Ryan and Emily were standing behind him. Emily's face was frozen with shock.
Jason flinched. It seemed he hadn't noticed the two approaching due to the sound of crashing waves.
Soon, Jason's lips curled into a sneer.
"Emily noona, you're here? Did you hear everything well?"
"How could you do this to me...? What were you thinking..."
