Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Chapter 1262

"The slums overseas remain slums because the poor stay poor," Debra said slowly. "The wealthy won't hire them. Their only income comes from begging. Maybe a few with strong physiques can do labor work for a meager wage, but the number of people who change their fate is very few. Even if they beg bitterly, they can't afford those expensive medical bills. Just earning enough to live is already tough. If they turn to robbery, it's only because they've hit a dead end."

Liza softened her tone. "But as you like, that's just an 'if'."

"Yes, it is," Debra agreed. "Maybe the person who robbed you was indeed a vicious criminal, but that doesn't mean there aren't unfortunate souls in the slums. You don't know Drake's character or his past, yet you constantly insult him. Is it just because of his bad reputation? Or because he was once a servant in the Bernard family and then rose above his station?"

"Who cares about his past? I have no interest," Liza mumbled.

"Drake was once a child from the slums," Debra emphasized. "A child. I believe that his aggressive and ruthless exterior is a defense mechanism, meant to hide his fear and vulnerability. If I put it that way, do you understand why he acts so fiercely?"

"I'm not saying Drake is a saint. He's done plenty of wrong. Life's complexities, the shades of right and wrong, are hard to untangle. What matters is how he atones for his past and strives to be a useful member of society. His current status is a result of his hard work. You can dislike, criticize, and scold him, but you must not

she blurted, "I can't win against you. I

ran off to her

placing dinner in

eyes. He glanced at the closed door, memories of his time in the slums flooding

had been beaten, nearly dying there. He had done all sorts of

and heartless, disgusting and vile, he didn't get

their insults were rooted in