Cynthia stared at him for a few minutes before her lips slightly pursed.

"Do you hone yours skills and strength just to bully others?"

"Cynthia, I..."

He simply couldn't accept it. Why should she care about the weak? If they were gone, they were gone.

"Kneel."

That was all Cynthia said, but her face was heavy with gravity.

"Do you know why I've always refused to teach you medicine? It's because you lack any compassion for the vulnerable. You even

find joy in instilling fear in others. Kid, you've got a wicked streak."

The words "wicked streak" seemed to etch themselves deep within him.

In the dead of night, he would wake up to hear Cynthia repeating those words.

Wicked streak, wicked streak.

How dared Cynthia speak of him that way? He was determined to learn medicine and to excel at it.

The thought was rooted in his mind, along with a crazier idea: he would make Cynthia regret her words.

Afterward, Cynthia becbusier, until one day, she returned, battered and bruised, still intent on taking him away.

"Phelps, BK isn't the place for you. It's too dark here, and it twists you more every day. Cwith me."

At that moment, looking into her eyes, he saw her unwavering resolve. She genuinely seemed to want a normal life and had

worked hard for it.

He couldn't understand why anyone would strive for the ordinary when everyone wanted to be extraordinary.

"My daughter is adorable, you'd like her too."

The encounters with Cynthia were few, and

proud. But Cynthia's concerns were never about his strength but whether he had improved as

She had a daughter?

then

seeing her as a guardian, and always hoping

of him.

Cynthia would always ask, "Phelps, are

course, he was happy. His joy

if he admitted that, she wouldn't want to hear it. She'd probably

him, the one with the wicked streak, be her

was she who brought him into the organization, yet refused to mentor him or see

out, Cynthia encountered an

maybe other members of the organization or a

was placed in a cave while Cynthia was severely wounded. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

wait here. I'll lure them away and

bleeding too

She detested

he left the cave and found her trying to make her way back, collapsing

a voice inside told him Cynthia wasn't coming back for him. She never cared for him, and

in her

didn't help her; instead,

encountered a group of men with guns, who demanded to know if he'd seen an

men were nasty, grabbing him as if they

hesitation, he betrayed Cynthia's

had discarded him, then

"She's over there."

men rushed towards Cynthia's location, while he was thrown down a hillside, and broke a

Elders that Cynthia betrayed BK

hunt her

beca wanted woman

her was to kill her

it was what she

grew older, he realized that no

"wicked streak” still haunted

he learned of his own origins

are

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