Chapter 425 We’re all Half Demon 4


    I could almost guess the rest. She looked at me and smiled, “As you can probably imagine, my mother


    was too old and damaged to provide bone marrow for my brother. Not to mention my father, who, over


    the years, has long ceased to think of us as his own.”


    “And you’re pregnant?” I could almost guess. They wouldn’t have had the nerve to ask She Torres if


    they didn’t have to.


    She nodded, “Well, I had a career bottleneck. I’m too old to have a baby, let alone a bone marrow


    extraction. So, my mother went to She Torres’s foster parents. But no one could have imagined that


    my mother would go to extremes. She begged She Torres’s foster parents for a long time, but they


    wouldn’t let her have the surgery. After all, they raised her by themselves, how could they bear to hurt


    her? Then my mother got stuck in front of their office, threatening them with death. But because of my


    mother, She Torres’s father, trying to steer away from her, hit a car going the wrong way and died


    instantly.”


    I froze, almost in disbelief. At the traffic lights, I stopped and looked at her, almost speechless. It was a


    long time before I said, “I can understand why She Torres hates you guys so much. I do!”


    It was evil enough to give birth to a child and not raise her. But since the daughter had a good


    attribution, had a new family, why should she hurt her? It was absolutely disgusting.


    Rose drew a breath, bowed her head, and smiled bitterly, “And I know our family owes her a lot, and


    she deserves to hate us. But it was her birth mother. She’s just dumb.”


    As I looked at her, I suddenly realized that sometimes people really can’t just take things at face value.


    I used to think Olivia was bad, Nova was bad, even Luna was bad.


    But I’d never met anyone like Rose’s family. I smiled as I looed at her, “Rose, do you know who the


    worst, most pathetic person in the world is?”


    She looked at me and said nothing.


    The green light came on, and I started the car and looked ahead at the road, “If I were She Torres,


    really, that would be a very kind way to get back at you, and I would do it worse than she did.”


    Rose probably didn’t expect me to say this. She just looked at me, in shock.


    I went on saying, “There are people in this world who are born poor, but it has nothing to do withck of


    material things, it’s poverty of heart, like your mother, like you. Your mother did worse and more


    inhuman things than murder and arson. Because of her ignorance, she destroyed several children’s


    lives with her own hands again and again. Even so, she never felt that she was wrong. And She


    Torres, she was unlucky because she was born into your family, but she was fortunate because she


    met her parents who held her in their hands and raised her to excellence.”


    “And you? What did you do? She had a wonderful life and you just ruined it. Your mother killed the


    father who raised her, a great father who saved her from hell. But you killed your benefactor with your


    own hands. The point is, your mother probably still thinks she’s great, that she’s willing to sacrifice


    anything for her son. But had she thought about it? The one she hurt was also her child, but of a


    different sex. What did she do wrong?”


    Rose bowed her head and wept, tears rolling down her cheeks and arms. Her voice was choked and


    helpless and ignorant, “But there’s nothing we can do. If she doesn’t agree to the marrow, my brother


    will die. We were all family. How could she let my brother die?”


    I was speechless, “How could she? What’s the difference between your mother giving her birth and not


    raising her, and murder? She Torres was abandoned by you for years. In all those years, you never


    went to see her. And now suddenly, you’re in trouble, and you go to her? You bound her with your so-


    called blood ties, made her suffer so much to give your brother bone marrow. Your family ys


    selfishness to perfection.”


    I pulled over to the side of the road, barely able to breathe. Looking at her, I swallowed my anger and


    said, “Rose, you knew what your mother was doing was wrong, and you connived and covered her up,


    and that wasplicit.”


    Rose nodded, speechless for a moment.


    After a while, she said, “But I don’t know what else we can do.”


    “If you can, I suggest you talk to She Torres calmly. If not, stay away from her. It’s not a sin not to be


    able to help her, but it’s a sin not to help her and to drag her down.”


    “But my brother…” Rose’s eyes were red, “If he doesn’t have surgery, he’ll die!”


    “Is She Torres the only one rted to him? Your mother’s health is broken. What about your father?


    If we were really looking for someone responsible for your brother, wouldn’t your father be the first


    person to go after?” I didn’t understand the mindset of his family anymore.


    Her brow drooped, and she said with some sigh, “My father hasn’t been in touch with us for years, and


    he’s old now. My mother didn’t look for him because she was worried his health wouldn’t be able to


    handle it. At his age, the chances of him getting off the table are slim.”


    As I looked at her, it urred to me that sometimes theplexity of human nature was beyond my


    expectation.


    In my opinion, they were cruel and hateful to She Torres. But in Rose’s view, She Torres, with her


    parents’ blood in her blood, deserved to do something for her brother.


    With her parents’ ignorance and sister’s indulgence, She Torres must have been disappointed at the


    family.


    If this conversation continued, I might get angry and even scold Rose.


    So, I cut the subject short.


    We booked a restaurant and Rose and I went straight to the restaurant. We avoided She Torres and


    had a pleasant conversation.


    After dinner, it waste afternoon. Rose left early and I sat in the dining room for a while.


    Dennis called and said he wasing to pick me up and take me home, so I just sat in the restaurant


    and waited for him.


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    There were only a few famous and delicious restaurants in City P. So I wasn’t that surprised to meet


    Luna and Samuel Lewis.


    Luna didn’t look for another seat when she saw me. She pulled Samuel Lewis down to me, looked at


    the food on the table, and smiled, “ra, have you eaten yet?”


    I nodded, eyes resting on her face. After a slight hesitation, I said, “Why don’t you let the waitress clean


    up and start over?”


    Luna and Samuel Lewis didn’t seem so badpared to Rose’s parents. They were indeed harsh and


    cruel to outsiders, but they were tolerant and caring to their rtives.