Maggie roared, "But you killed a person, and you dare talk about humanity? Does a devil even know what humanity is?"
Circling the cage, Darren responded, "What I mean is, in a harsh world like ours, survival of the fittest is a natural law. Just like you said before, those who are gone don't suffer. It's the living who bear all the pain."
Those words were indeed Maggie's, spoken in an attempt to comfort Darren during a vulnerable moment. Now, they seemed both ironic and tragic to her.
Maggie had no interest in debating morals with a demon. All she wanted now was the truth. "Darren, if I'm not mistaken, your real target wasn't my brother, was it? You had plenty of chances to kill him. You were after Uncle Jack, using Phoenix's wedding as a cover for a terror attack. Your target was Sean, but those goons were after Uncle Jack. Killing two birds with one stone, how cruel you are."
Darren didn't deny it, his gaze on Maggie even held a hint of admiration. "Septima, you know? You've always been smart and courageous. Probably, you're the only one bold enough to confront me like this."
Maggie was no longer just suspicious; she was almost certain. "Uncle Jack has been so good to you, practically handing over the reins of Albert's Arms to you. Why would you do this?"
Many reasons crossed her mind, but none made sense. Darren seemed in no hurry to reveal the truth. "Why do you think I did it?" he prompted.
"Because you wanted power. You're involved in drug trafficking, something Uncle Jack would never approve of. So, you plotted to eliminate him and take over Albert's Arms yourself, to do whatever you pleased," Maggie deduced.
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