The Root of Hatred

"Malcolm, what qualification do you have to blame me and question me? Do you think I don't know what you have done?"

Camilla curled her lips slightly, and the blood stains on her lips and the scarred face made her look even creepier.

Malcolm covered his injured hand and glared at Camilla fiercely.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

Malcolm really didn't understand it. He treated Camilla