Celia Wade didn't get hit, and Avery Saunders was so angry that she wanted to die, looking coldly at Carolline Ruiz, "Celia, aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"Not afraid, I'm going through retribution right now. If it weren't for retribution, I would probably be dead by now, and with him, just like Naomi Talon and Adam Jefferson, transformed into butterflies lingering in the mountains, living a carefree life." Celia said with a bitter smile.
Who says that turning into an immortal butterfly is not happiness?
She would prefer that kind of happiness than facing a person who can't move, can't speak, all by herself.
Her life is so full of pain right now, isn't this retribution?
"Haha, Celia, I really admire you." Avery Saunders sneered.
"You could stand up a long time ago, didn't you? Did you think you could fool him?" Celia suddenly turned to Jordy Wade, lying in the hospital bed, as if she were asking Avery Saunders, but it seemed more like she was talking to herself.
