Chapter 86

To Shirley, he was the best, even if he was a cripple. Samuel shifted, turning to Brook, his lips stained with blood that dripped down to his chin and onto his white shirt. He looked utterly defeated, his voice trembling. "Sophia saved my life. She suffered so much because of me. I loved her. I was only using Shirley." Brook sneered coldly. "Then what are you doing here now?" The blood from Samuel's lips smeared his face, staining his shirt as he stood there. Samuel looked pathetic, with wounds all over his body. He muttered, "You're right. Why did I come here? What am I so afraid of?" Since the day Samuel broke off his engagement, Brook had been waiting for this moment to see Samuel fall, to see him beaten and lost. But now that it had finally happened, he didn't feel satisfied. Instead, Brook realized he was no better off, he was even more pathetic than Samuel. Seeing Samuel in such despair, Brook couldn't bring himself to strike him again. Instead, he unleashed his frustrati