Upon hearing Miles Ellison's words, Cynthia Frost was taken aback for a moment.
"No—"
Her hands and feet were restrained, rendering her unable to move. She wanted to stop him but couldn't, and could only watch wide-eyed as he pulled the trigger.
The gunshot rang out, and Cynthia Frost was close to breaking down.
Blood began to seep down from Miles Ellison's wound. That shot, truly and tangibly, returned the favor to Cynthia Frost.
Cynthia Frost's eyes turned red.
This was the only thing she could do for him, and in the end, he returned it to her precisely.
Cynthia Frost knew that Miles Ellison was severing all ties with her.
But what she did was not to make him feel indebted to her—she never wished for Miles Ellison to repay her; it was all done willingly.
Clearly his wound had just healed, and in the end, he had to be injured again in front of her.
To Cynthia Frost, this was nothing short of immense pain.
Cynthia Frost's body trembled gently.
