When General carried me out of the office, his adjutants hurried to put down the fire.
The army shouldn’t hurt any civilians. But Beatrice’s attempt of attacking and murdering a military high official just made the defense legal.
I knew there was nothing left in Beatrice to be redeemed. But I still hated this…
“It’s okay, Lola,” I heard General’s deep voice when I fought my tears. The sound vibrated through his broad chest, bringing me some sort of comfort, “It’s okay if you wanna cry.”
So I cried.
Tears flowed out from my eyes as I pressed my forehead against his crisp uniform, trembling in the wake of years of traumas and hardship.
He didn’t say a word, probably knowing that I needed this. All I heard was the heavy crunching sound when his boots made contact with the thick sno
