"Maybe some people would sacrifice themselves for their families to get money. There must be some," Cynthia persisted.

Theodore shook his head helplessly-he had nothing more to say.

Seeing Theodore's cold reaction, Cynthia became anxious.

"Are you saying you're not willing to help me find one?"

She took the moral high ground.

"Do you not care about me anymore? You seem to be blaming me, as if I'm one of those criminals! But even if I don't buy it, others will, and those shady industries will still exist!" Theodore had never heard Cynthia say something so irrational.

He was furious. It was like someone justifying buying a bride by saying that even if they didn't buy, others would, and the human trafficking would continue.

Wasn't it true that without demand, there would be no harm?

was so

to talk

his anger, he said coldly, "You need to calm down. Don't

Never had

someone else's.

they both needed to calm

leave. She realized where his

black market was something she thought would be

door, when Cynthia suddenly called

hand, and fell off the bed with a thud. Crawling toward him, she begged, "Theo, don't go! Listen to me!" Theodore had just opened the door a crack when he heard the noise behind him. He turned around and saw Cynthia lying on the ground pathetically, crying

Theodore rushed to help her up. "What

to me..." Cynthia clung

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