"What nonsense are you spouting?" Liza grumbled. "Drake isn''t a good person


    anyway. His life or death has nothing to do with us."


    Gand chided, "Drake was once your fiancé. Don''t be so harsh."


    Liza felt embarrassed and shot back, "I am harsh. I just hate him. So what? I don''t


    care."


    She stormed upstairs, fuming. Gand sighed, knowing her temper too well.


    Turning to Randy and Erica, he apologized, "I''m sorry about this. I''ll talk to her


    With that, he hurried upstairs to soothe Liza. Whenever she was upset, she would


    tell Bert about it. He was afraid that Bert would fly over immediately and spank


    him.


    When passing by Drake''s room, Liza nced inside and saw him lying lifeless on


    the bed. Unbothered by it, she quickly turned away. She even med him for the


    grievance she was suffering.


    "Miss Eaton, why aren''t you going in?" Debra asked, suddenly appearing behind


    her.


    Startled, Liza sprang around to face her. "I was just thinking about something, not


    here to visit him."


    She made to leave, but Debra stopped her. "You''ve always looked down on


    Drake, calling him a peasant, right?"


    "Yes. He is a peasant," Liza admitted.


    "At best, he was the Bernard family''s


    bodyguard. Now he is just a pest


    guing Orkgate like he owns the


    ce throwing those disgusting


    banquets. I''ve been downright polite


    to only call him names."


    After her rant, Liza turned her head away, but Debra chuckled, "You''ve been


    pampered all your life. I imagine you''ve never seen how people in the slums live."


    "Who says I haven''t?" Liza retorted.


    "When I was a child, I saw those


    beggars in the slums. I even gave


    them money. And what did they do?


    They stole my wallet. Those lowly


    people will stop at nothing for


    money. They''re nothing but


    criminals."


    Debraughed again, and Liza was annoyed. "What are youughing about?"


    "I''mughing because you''ve been


    sheltered well by your father," Debra


    replied. "At your age, you still see the


    world as ck and white. But


    human nature is far more


    saints or devils. A good person


    might do bad things, and a bad


    person might redeem themselves.


    Everyone is just fighting for what


    they need to survive."


    She paused and continued, "Take the thief of your wallet, for example. "What if he


    did it to save a dying family member? If you looked at it from his perspective,


    wouldn''t you understand his desperation?"


    "But stealing is wrong," Liza argued.


    "Indeed, it is wrong," Debra agreed. "But from their point of view, stealing meant


    survival. It meant food on the table. If you were pushed to the brink, what would


    you choose? Starving to death or filling your belly."


    "They have hands and feet, don''t they?" Liza reasoned. "Why couldn''t they just


    work for it?"


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