Talk

I watched him quietly, feeling a rush of victorious satisfaction. His tough exterior was merely a facade, a fragile shell concealing his vulnerability. At that moment, Nelson resembled a child caught red-handed, stripped of his forced pride and self-importance. I decided to keep him in this state of unease, not rushing to interrogate him but instead casually remarking, “You see, if you’re so afraid of Harry, then it’s best not to provoke him.”

Nelson's expression shifted to one of increased tension, his eyes filled with hesitation and anxiety. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated to speak. In that moment, I realized that he wasn't truly as difficult to handle as he seemed. He was simply a child struggling to navigate his own emotions, and all his defiance and arrogance were just a facade to mask his inner fragility and helplessness.

Nelson lowered his head, furrowing his brow. When he finally looked up at