Hope Williams looked at Harry Williams's humble and out-of-control demeanor, suddenly recalling their first meeting in the Emperor Capital.
Back then, the young man in front of her had golden hair, was full of vigor, confident and flamboyant, careless and unruly.
Now his hair is dyed black again, kneeling before her to humbly plead for the only blood-related person he has in this world.
Hope Williams wondered, if so many things hadn't happened, if Ted Williams wasn't involved, would he still be that shining person standing on the high platform.
Her expression turned vacant for a moment.
"Get up first." Hope sighed coldly.
Harry Williams's thin lips pressed tight, his unbent spine still straight, "Did you agree?"
Hope shook her head.
"Do you remember what I told you? You can't save someone who plunges headlong into the abyss; every step into doom is his own doing.
I'm not a soft-hearted person; instead, I am vindictive. What you're doing won't change anything, so stand up."
