Tony stepped in quietly and closed the door behind him. He walked toward her bed and sat beside it, his gaze fixed on her face.
For a long moment— He said nothing… Memories surfaced.
"Out of all things I never expected to see you here," Tony muttered softly.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
He understood something clearly… He couldn't kill her. Not because he didn't want to completely!— But because he knew he couldn't complete the task.
'A five-star heaven-blessed individual…' Someone protected by fate itself.
"There will always be a trump card… a guardian… something," he thought coldly.
Killing her directly was impossible without consequences.
'So what can I do?' Tony leaned back slightly, his mind racing through possibilities.
'If she rises in the marital path… she will come back for revenge. Only destruction left for the Clark family.'
