She was clearly a young girl in the prime of her life, but Nana Marion's eyes were not filled with innocence. Instead, they were filled with dark resentment.
The shades of resentment surrounding her body were continuously being released, and the deep hatred within her bones could not be resolved.
"We understand."
After hearing Nana Marion's words, Caroline Edwin's expression was solemn, and her cat-like eyes shone with a chilling coldness.
Her gaze shifted to the couple sitting in the corner. Their faces were kind, but they harbored demons within, and the girl squeezed against the wall trembled slightly, her face pale and haggard.
She tried to flee several times, but the man whispered something in her ear, and she had to stop.
Blake finished the noodles in his bowl and wiped the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses with a napkin. "What do you want to do?"
He knew that she wouldn't just let it go.
