[Margaret's Perspective]
"She is a very smart and beautiful person, but her judgment of character isn't great; she happened to fall for a haughty, hypocritical, and despicable werewolf."
After Henry finished speaking, his face even showed some regret, as if he was recalling something unpleasant.
[Could he be talking about us?]
I didn't actually want to make this connection, but it was quite obvious that Henry meant us; I stealthily mind-linked with Donald while my speechlessness was nearly breaking through the heavens.
At that moment, Donald took a deep breath and asked with a cold smirk, "He says you're his friend, did you know about this?"
Unexpectedly, Donald suddenly spoke; I turned to look at him with a somewhat puzzled gaze.
"There's no need to pretend anymore, Margaret. He's clearly recognized us," Donald said with a snicker, raising his hand to take off his mask, his gaze towards the downstairs filled with icy coldness and murderous intent.
