I couldn’t help letting out a low laugh—so absurd that even I found it ridiculous.
“She was beaten and abused in prison. Her leg was broken. She even had a kidney removed,” I said softly, laughter laced with bitterness. “Do you really feel no guilt at all? Not a shred of conscience?”
The moment I said “missing a kidney,” his expression visibly changed.
But that flicker of hesitation lasted only an instant before he forcibly suppressed it.
“She was a troublemaker to begin with,” he said coldly. “If she got beaten in prison, maybe she provoked people first. As for the kidney—maybe it was injured in a fight and had to be removed. That just means she deserved it.”
He paused, clearly unwilling to dwell on the subject any longer, his tone returning to its hard, pragmatic edge.
“Stop making
