"Do you think that would work on me?"

Morticia smirked coldy, her tone devoid of any emotion. "Prisoners have no value in the fiend race, and the last thing they deserve is sympathy. I spared your life because I saw some use in you. So, don't be so smug!"

"Fine, then my answer is the same. I don't wish to repeat myself," Darryl said lightly.

When she realized that her plan did not work, Morticia lost her patience immediately. She said coldly, "I see that you're trying to be noble and strong.