Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
But also, and contradictorily, he saw them as right and just, or as wrong and intolerable. As a business man, he should have kept his mind on business and never bothered about Ganti. As a believer in right and wrong, it would have been wiser for him to have stayed off the planet He woke up thinking of Ganti, and in consequence he was in a bad mood convictions he liked the Thrid. Their minds did do outside loops, and come up with intolerable convictions. But they were intelligent enough. —on this day did the Never-Mistaken Glen-U speak and say and observe a truth in the presence of the governors and the rulers of the universe." Jorgenson reflected sourly that the governors and the rulers of the universe were whoever happened to be within hearing of the Grand always scared under an absolute ruler, but the Grand Panjandrum was worse than that. He couldn't make a mistake. Whatever he said had to be true, because he said it, and sometimes it had drastic results. But shouldn't have much to worry about. He waited. He thought of Ganti. He feel only like a business man this morning. He thought of Ganti, who Never-Mistaken Glen-U." Jorgenson, boiling inside, nevertheless knew what he was doing. He said succinctly: "Like hell you will!" contradicted the Grand Panjandrum! Nobody! The Thrid had noticed long ago that they were the most intelligent race in the universe. Since that was so, obviously they must have the most perfect government. But no government could be perfect if its officials made mistakes. So no Thrid official ever made a mistake. In particular the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U could not conceivably blunder! When he said a thing, it was true! It had to be! He'd said it! And this was the The high official literally couldn't believe his ears. "But—but the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U—" "Is mistaken!" said Jorgenson bitingly. "He's wrong! The Rim Stars Trading Corporation does not want to give him anything! What he has said is not true!" This was the equivalent of treason, blasphemy and the ultimate of indecorous behavior toward a virgin Pelean princess. "I won't give him anything! I'm not even vanishing from sight! Glen-U is could cross the compound without getting an electric shock that would discourage him. They began to believe. went limp, which amounted to the same thing as a man's face turning pale. He stammered agitatedly that if the Grand Panjandrum said it, it was true. It couldn't be otherwise! If the trading company wanted to Grand Panjandrum had said so! "He also said," said Jorgenson irritably, "that I'm to vanish and nevermore be seen face to face by any rational being. How does that The trading-post theologian quivered. Jorgenson made things much worse. "This," he raged, "this is crazy! The Grand Panjandrum's an ordinary Thrid just like you are! Of course he can make a mistake! There's nobody who can't be wrong!" The theologian put up feebly protesting, human-like hands. He begged against a multitude. As a business man, he'd acted very foolishly. But he'd acted even less Thrid way of life was appalling, and what had happened to Ganti was let it disturb him. If the Thrid wanted things this way, it was their privilege. In theory, no Thrid should ever make a mistake, because he belonged to the most intelligent race in the universe. But a local governor was even more intelligent. If an ordinary Thrid challenged a local governor's least and lightest remark—why—he must be either a criminal or insane. The local governor decided—correctly, of course—which he was. If he was a criminal, he spent the rest of his life in a gang of criminals chained together and doing the most exhausting labor the believed that Ganti could learn to run the trading post without human Ganti's wife wanted to enter his household. He added that Ganti wanted to yield her to him. Jorgenson had fumed—but not as a business man—when the transfer took place. But Ganti had been conditioned to believe that when a governor said he wanted to do something, he did. He couldn't quite grasp the contrary idea. But he moped horribly, and Jorgenson talked sardonically to him, and he almost doubted that an official was necessarily right. He fumed because creatures intelligent enough to build steam fliers weren't intelligent enough to see what a racket their government was. Now that the new Grand Panjandrum had moved against him, Jorgenson made an angry, dogged resolution to do something permanent to make matters Ganti and countless others had been victims of capricious tyranny.... seen.... It definitely called for strong measures! He reflected with grim pleasure that the Grand Panjandrum would soon be in the position of a Thrid whom everybody knew was mistaken. With notoriously wrong. And he couldn't be, and still be Grand Panjandrum! It would be a nice situation for Glen-U. He'd have to do something about it, and there was nothing he could do. He'd blundered, and it of a steam helicopter: now he could hear the sound of its machinery. Then he knew what had happened. He'd committed The unthinkable crime—or lunacy—of declaring the Grand Panjandrum mistaken. So by the operation of truth, which was really an anesthetic gas cloud drifted said severely: "You declared the great and Never-Mistaken Glen-U mistaken. This could not be. It proved you either a criminal or insane, because no rational creature could believe him mistaken. He declared you insane, and he cannot be wrong. So soon you will arrive where you are to be confined and no rational being will ever see you face to face." Thrid voice—amazingly, a familiar Thrid voice—said: "This is not good, Jorgenson. Who did you contradict?" of his own reaction, which was not a business-like one at all. Then he said dourly: "But he's still wrong. No rational being is supposed ever to see me face to face. But you do." "But I'm crazy," said Ganti calmly. "I tried to kill the governor who'd taken my wife. So he said I was crazy and that made it true. So "You've got brains, Ganti. What's the chance of escape?" "This is a prison," Ganti explained matter-of-factly. "They let me "Somebody dug it out," said Ganti without resentment. "To keep busy. "And just because they'd contradicted somebody who couldn't be wrong! Or because they had a business an official wanted!" "Or a wife," agreed Ganti. "Here!" and waked with aching muscles. Ganti assured him unemotionally that only so he could take revenge. Once Ganti abruptly began to talk of his youth. As if he were examining that they must never make a mistake. Never! It did not matter if they were unskilled or inefficient. It did not matter if they accomplished nothing. There was no penalty for anything but making mistakes or differing from officials who could not make mistakes. So Thrid younglings were trained not to think not to have any opinion They had used it for weeks when he saw Ganti, carrying it to place it thinking. The matter needed much thought. Ganti left him alone. "There is a way to escape, Ganti." "On what? In what?" demanded Ganti. "It never lands," said Ganti practically. Ganti looked skeptical. Jorgenson explained. He had to demonstrate crudely. The whole idea was novel to Ganti, but the Thrid were smart. Presently he grasped it. He said: "I see the theory. If we can make it work, all right. But how do we it fails, they'll only stop giving us food and water." That, of course, did not seem either to him or Jorgenson a reason to hesitate to try what Jorgenson had planned.

<question>:
Why does Ganti allow the governor to steal his wife?

<options>:
A He doesn't really care much about his wife
B He thinks that the governor will give him a promotion
C He thinks that his wife will be happier with the governor
D He thinks that the governor cannot be wrong

<answer>:

D