Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Iris Jennings knelt before Aria Sterling, stripped of all dignity.
She wrapped both her hands around Aria's legs and said miserably, "Aria, I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like that before. I truly know I was wrong this time. Please save me. I know you can save me. I'll kowtow to you. As long as you save me, I'll be forever grateful. Aria, I'm begging you. I don't want to die. I'm two months younger than you, not even twenty-three yet. I can't die this young. Please, show some mercy and save me…"
Seeing Iris Jennings's deathly fear, Aria Sterling's expression was icy.
She said heartlessly, "Iris Jennings, you're begging the wrong person. I can't save you."
'Even if I could, I wouldn't.'
'At her core, Iris Jennings was not a kind person.'
'Saving her would be like saving another Sean Jennings. Other people would only end up getting hurt.'
Besides, she would not save Iris Jennings.
