"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?"