Irene felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. It was over. She was done for.
Would Ronald throw her to feed the hounds?
No, no, no. The thought of dying in the jaws of a dog made her indignant. She had gone through so much hardship and she refused to meet her ending like this. Irene's mind was working frantically.
Ronald walked toward her. Every step felt like a step on her heart. Just as Ronald was about to pat her on the shoulder, Irene instantly turned around and threw herself into his arms. She sobbed, "G-General!"
She cried even louder, "I-I'm lost! Wah—!"
Ronald felt the woman in his arms shudder, as if she was really frightened.
The woman who had been speaking confidently in front of him not long ago had turned into a crybaby in a blink of an eye. Ronald felt a headache coming up; which side was the real her?
