Seeing her cry so sorrowfully, Margaret didn't wait for Charles to offer any words of comfort. She clenched her fist and, with all her might, smashed it against his head.
She gritted her teeth, each punch heavier than the last, as if trying to completely vent the emotions in her heart.
"Why don't you want me! What's so wrong with me?!" Her voice was filled with endless anguish.
Margaret's strength was astonishing. Charles's head quickly caved in, but then a column of flesh extended from the sofa and filled his skull with something, swiftly restoring it to normal.
"I find it strange, too. When I was here before, finding a partner would have been nice. Why didn't I?" Charles murmured in bewilderment, his thoughts beginning to drift.
