"Of course, I'm afraid. However, I have no other choice because they have already decided to kill us." He said, a helpless and desolate look on his face which then turned into one of determination,
"Since we are going to die either way, I would rather die while trying to bring them down."
Saying this, he bowed gratefully, "Thank you, sir. Even if you can't kill them, I would still be grateful to you because you have killed Tristen and others who had been keeping watch on us. Now, my mother and I can escape."
Max nodded in acknowledgement. Then, he patted his shoulder, "Don't worry. I won't let a single one of them live past today."
He then raised his head and glanced at his mother who was looking in his direction.
His eyes flickered when he saw that although she wasn't as beautiful as his stepmother Emily and or his aunts, she had a pleasing appearance and that mature, motherly charm which he liked.
