chapter 79 The first time I cried for the woman I loved

Stanley Parks couldn't speak, but his eyes were trembling with fear when he looked at me, and his face turned pale, as if he had thought about his own fate. I squinted my eyes and reached out to remove the clothes that were covering Stanley Parks's mouth, and he immediately begged for mercy.

"Janus Folant, Jans, you've had enough today. That woman did everything on her own. It has nothing to do with me."

I just despise this kind of coward who always pushes the blame on others...