Betty hung her head in silence, lost in thought.
Scarlett's eyes showed regret, but even more so an aspiration for power. He gently comforted his despondent daughter, "In our line of work, nobody ends well. When you're in power, countless people flatter you, say countless sweet words to make you happy, wanting to cling to you, to lick your boots, no matter how dirty they might be."
"But ah, once you lose your influence, lose your power, those who once flattered you, made you happy, clung to you, licked your boots will turn their backs, revealing vicious fangs, ready to pounce and bite off a piece of you to fill their bellies."
"These people have always been watching you, analyzing you, longing for you to lose your strength, your power. They won't settle down; even the dog you raised could turn around and bite you."
