Seeing the other party cry so sadly, without waiting for Charles to say a few comforting words, Margaret clenched her fist and, using all the strength in her body, smashed his head.
She gritted her teeth, each punch heavier than the last. It seemed she wanted to completely vent the emotions in her heart.
"Why don't you want me! What's wrong with me!" Her voice was full of endless grievances.
Margaret's strength was surprisingly powerful, and Charles's head quickly caved in. But as a flesh column extended from the sofa, filling his head with something, it quickly returned to normal.
"I actually find it strange too, back when I was here, finding a partner would have been nice. Why didn't I?" Charles murmured somewhat bewilderedly, his thoughts beginning to drift away.
When she first returned from Sodoma, she was bought onto the ship as a slave, those pure, frightened, anxious eyes full of sympathy.
