"Sister, you're not suited for these things." Holding back the fire about to burst out of her heart, Charlotte stood in the dim light, earnestly advising.
Perhaps because Luna's face had too many scars, she didn't even turn on very bright lights. The two women conversed in the darkness, suppressed and tense.
"I'm not suited, but you are?" Since the car accident, Luna seemed to have become a different person; she couldn't even maintain superficial politeness anymore, directly confronting Charlotte.
She couldn't understand where Charlotte got her sense of superiority, thinking she couldn't earn money? Now, she had Atlas Hallow as a resource, and it would be foolish not to use him.
