After treating the eagle, Jane and Steve were coming back to the hotel with the bird placed in the back seat inside a cage. Because it was drugged, the bird was still sleeping.

“Do we really have to take care of this bird?” Jane stretched her voice as she drove the car.

“I know we came here to enjoy ourselves, but this is also part of life. If we help this bird now, who knows, we may receive help from someone else in future,” Steve tried to reason with her.

“I don’t believe in that karma crap,” Jane blurted. “It’s just made to control people’s minds.”

“That may be the case, but it is true what we reap what we sow. If we do good, something good will happen to us sooner or later.”

“And how do you know that? Personal experience?”

“Yes.”

“But my personal experience says otherwise. If we try to be friendly with someone, it only gives them the chance to backstab you, so your sowing-reaping philosophy utterly fails in this case,” Jane said.

“Well, it actually doesn’t,” Steve said while combi