#Chapter 122: Sociopath

[Evelyn’s POV] “Hello, Michael.” My voice echoed off the stone walls, causing the figure in front of me to go stiff. From where I was standing, Michael was currently hunched over on a small cot with his back facing me. I wasn’t sure what I expected when he began to move around and face me. From what I was told, he had taken a serious beating from Alexander the night that I’d been drugged. But when the two of us finally came face-to-face, I was a bit surprised to find that most of Michael's face had already been well into the healing phase. That’s a shame. There was nothing more than a light shade of bruising around his nose and right eye. For someone like myself who was always looking to help others, and worked primarily with plants for their medicinal properties, I truly thought that I was going to end up feeling some sort of sympathy toward Michael. Most people knew that it wasn’t in my nature to wish ill on others. However...It appeared that I had reached a break