Such a beautiful shell.
And yet, it harbors sinister plots, leaving no room for survival.
Yvonne Finley's eyes flickered slightly, and her lips twitched. The suffocating feeling gradually eased, but her heart and lungs still ached intensely. "So this is the outcome you desired, isn't it?"
Hank Finn was half kneeling in front of her, completely shielding her from the blazing sun overhead. Yet in this early summer, there was an endless sense of gloom.
His mood was exceptionally melancholy, his demeanor showing a ruthlessness of controlling everything at his fingertips, the fate of life and death hinging on his single thought.
"I did give you a chance, but you did not cherish it. If you had taken measures earlier, we wouldn't be faced with the present situation, and this secret would have remained buried forever."
Truthfully, from the very beginning,
he had already foreseen this scenario.
