The frost in Samuel’s eyes crystallized rapidly. His already sharp features were now etched with a chilling, murderous aura. Jealousy raged within him like a wildfire, devouring his composure and leaving behind nothing but an endless, hollow ache.
"Who is it? Are they still alive?" Samuel swallowed the flames of his envy and asked, feigning calm.
"What does it matter if they're alive or dead? What business is it of yours?"
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