Alessandro's POV.
My fists clenched at her response. I shouldn't be surprised, but I thought that her innocent face wasn't just a front—that she was truly honest.
"Damn her. I'm going to kill her," I sneered, my hand reaching the door.
"Yes, I want to poison him," her voice echoed suddenly, shaky. "But I can't. I won't."
Her words made me pause, my grip tightening on the door as I listened.
"He's been awful to me, to a lot of people. I understand that he deserves to die, but I can't make that decision."
"Why? Your little conscience can't withstand the death of that monster?" Micheal retorted, his voice sharp.
"Yes!" She snapped, her voice trembling. "I can't bear taking a life. What would make me different from him?"
"Sophia," Micheal began, his tone almost pitying. "I was once
