Eva stuttered, her voice barely audible. "D-d-don't talk about my brother, please," she pleaded, her eyes pleading for understanding.
Karl's frustration boiled over, his words slicing through the tense air like a knife.
"Yes, of course, like always! You keep jumping to protect him, even when he ruins everything for you. It's always the same story, Eva.
You tirelessly try to save him, to fix him, even though he doesn't deserve it. What kills me is that deep down, you know he doesn't deserve you. You know it's unhealthy, yet you can't let go."
His voice cracked with emotion, a mixture of anger, hurt, and concern evident in every word.
As Eva recoiled from his harsh truth, Karl's gaze softened, his tone gentler.
"Eva, I care about you deeply. I can't stand seeing you hurt like this, especially when it's because of him. You deserve better, and I wish you could see that."