Samantha watched Crimson kneel on the floor; not an ounce of pity stirred within her.
Elizabeth had suffered enough because of him.
She gracefully rose from her swivel chair with a stone-cold expression and walked past Crimson. He could kneel on the floor until his knees bled, but she would never tell him where Elizabeth was going.
She believed that Elizabeth deserved a life filled with happiness, free from the source of her suffering and surrounded by her family in the United States.
In fact, she even wished that Elizabeth would never have to return to Flintstone City, as she saw nothing worth returning to anyway.
“Please… I know how much you hate me… Just tell her where she is,” Crimson's soft, pleading voice snapped her attention back to him.
Her lips curled with disdain. If he we
