Cirrus's outreached hand stopped in mid-air.
Stela murmured to herself, "What a brilliant idea! Put everything to an end by pushing me down from here, and then nobody can stop you from living happily ever after with Florence White."
Embarrassed, he withdrew his hand and turned his face away. "I'm not you, who viciously murdered those who loved you. As much as I hate you and want you to disappear for good, I won't choose such a despicable way."
She turned around and looked up at his face with a sweet smile. "Cirrus, I'll return your properties to you."
"What?"
"Believe it or not, I've never wanted your properties, and I'm also sorry about the death of your parents," she explained. "Don't worry, 'cause I'll give you whatever you want."
He interrupted, "You won't."
"What if I will?"
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