Chapter 1581

Rhea had willingly worked for her previous boss because he offered what she desired, but Mike was different.

"All for a brat? Is it worth it? I don't understand! What happened to Anastasia and me as children was purely self-interest. My parents ignored me to save their niece—for personal gain. If I'd been truly in trouble, I could have died! And would they have been sad? I think so, but only for a while, because they could have easily replaced me. So you see, there's no such thing as parental love; it's all self-interest."

"You know nothing about love! You don't know what it's like to be loved. You monster!"

Mike's glare stung. Initially appearing indifferent, Rhea's expression shifted at his words. She chuckled coldly. "Yes, I'm a monster! I don't know love, or what it's like to be loved. I only know these feelings are self-inflicted miseries inherent in humanity. A cat abandons its kittens; a bird may eat its eggs to survive. Cannibalism exists in human history. Why pretend to nobility? Even if you know love, aren't you harming others for your son? How are you nobler than me? I care only for myself; you care for yourself and your son. What a joke!"

Mike was speechless, unable to answer her accusation of harming others for his son. The guilt gnawed at him; he felt responsible, yet powerless. Rhea's words exposed his own selfishness. Noticing his daze, she abruptly left the elevator.

Just before the doors closed, she turned. "Everyone will be equal only on doomsday!"

Stunned, Mike watched the elevator depart.

Rhea walked quickly, then slowed, breathing deeply. Mike's words had wounded her; she fought to regain composure, wiping tears from her eyes.

"What a lunatic!"

She paused outside a room, took two deep breaths, entered, and locked the door. Approaching a small compartment, she unlocked and entered. A man lay curled on a headboard, seemingly in pain.

'Good, the drug is working. I arrived at the right time.'

Eagerly, she took out her notebook and pen, observing the man's agony. She watched coldly, clinically. While writing, she considered using her phone for a more detailed later analysis. The room's surveillance was inadequate.

As she took out her phone and pressed record, a roar sounded, and something lunged at her.