"If someone expects me to pity him just because he lost his d**k, then they are expecting it from the wrong person," she snidely stated, starting to eat the fish.
Keshton never expected to hear something like this from a woman. She had turned out to be someone that hadn't liked Edwin for his d**k or the pleasure he could give her. She loved him wholeheartedly, and for some reason this realization frustrated Keshton. "Claiming only seventy-five percent of his wealth and assets instead of finishing him off is nothing but pity."
"What would I gain from his death?" Sibyl murmured, her fingers playing with a small piece of fish. "Will I gain satisfaction? Will anything change? No, right? His death will bring me nothing but another unnecessary stain on my name. Those memories that I have with
