You've already hurt her once
Back at Raymond's mansion, White had been kept in the woodshed. At times they would leave him dangling from the ceiling and at other times, they would let him go and simply chain his hands and feet to prevent him from escaping.
White stared blankly at the wall. His appearance was a bit haggard and his white hair, dirty. How many days had he been locked in there? He couldn't tell.
Probably outside, Raymond was crushing their enemies ruthlessly and leaving them no room to recover from the shock. He was supposed to be standing right next to him and enjoy the victory with a proud grin but here he was, chained and treated like a traitor because of the mistakes he made.
He wouldn't even try to make up an excuse or put reason behind his actions. All he did was out of his own selfish and twisted desire so there was no excuse.
He heard the door open but he did not move from his position and moped at the wall.