"Why didn't you listen to me properly before dealing with Damian on your own?"
Annabelle stared at her grumbling brother for a moment before bluntly saying, "Look, Chris, that's exactly what I want to ask you… why didn't you shoot him immediately after you took out the pistol and aimed at him?"
"It was already agreed upon, that you would deal with him. We had already finished our discussion, so pulling the trigger in that moment wouldn't have caused any problems. Then why didn't you?"
'Why didn't I?' Christian knew the answer was simple, yet, strangely, saying it out loud felt difficult at this moment. "...I wanted to hear your opinion."
Hearing his response… the tone he used, the hesitation in his body language, Annabelle sighed. Then, in a serious tone, she said, "You're saying you wanted to hear my opinion? Well, that's exactly why I shot that trash."
