"Shut up!"
She almost screamed it out, struggling to break free from his embrace, but Philip Shaw held her shoulders tightly, trapping her firmly in his arms.
No matter how much strength she used, she still couldn't escape his arm. Instead, she found herself once again exhausted, powerlessly leaning against him, panting heavily.
She was no longer as healthy as she had been in her youth, depression having taken its toll. Both her spirit and her body were on the brink of collapse. She looked up at the void in near despair and murmured, "Not everyone in this world is like you..."
"There are also people who would treat me genuinely..." Tears began to flow from the corners of her eyes, and the light within them dimmed like a candle snuffed out. "I'm not as worthless as you say. I have my own value..."
She was a waste.
