The cotton swab was still pressed precisely on the needle hole. He gritted his teeth and cruelly smiled. "You really deserve the title of the most promiscuous rich young lady of the year—constantly caring about men! Whether they live or die, whether they're doing well or not, what does it have to do with you? If you still have the energy, you'd be better off serving me first. I can give you anything you want!"
Sophia thought she had long since died inside, but hearing him say this, the slight, sharp pain on her hand seemed to spread to her heart, and tears filled her eyes. "Capone, you're shameless! The biggest regret of my life, the thing I most shouldn't have done, was ever caring for you, ever thinking I loved you!"
Capone stood against the light, and Sophia couldn't clearly see his expression. If she could, she would never have missed the deep, bone-chilling pain that flashed through his eyes.