Chapter 145

Anyone with ears could hear the cold indifference and disdain in Luke's tone.

"That's right, he's not pitiful at all!" Wendy chimed in. "There are countless people suffering in this world. Max is just one among many. There are those born into misery who still remain positive and hopeful. Why should he feel justified in committing crimes and blaming them on life's unfairness? Any excuse for wrongdoing is purely selfish."

I agreed with her. Max's upbringing certainly influenced him, but ultimately, the choice between right and wrong was his own.

A mix of emotions washed over me, reminding me of the saying: "There's always something despicable about the truly pitiful." Despite his faults, Max had moments that warranted sympathy. However, his suffering did not excuse his wrongdoings. Being human means being responsible for your actions.

Though I felt a wave of empathy, I remained resolute.

The car fell into silence.

Then Wendy broke it. "Hey, it's getting late. How about we grab some