"Aria what has gotten into you?", Ayla cried in pain as she slowly and weakly crawled away from the dreadful Aria.
She had only wanted her to drop her with Sian. Sian was the name she usually referred to Cole as even when others couldn't call him that she could.
"My dear Ayla, my best friend in this wild, merciless world. You fought for me in the orphanage, didn't you? So why can't you do me a favor by letting your beloved Cole off for me? It's just a simple favor, isn't it?" she shamelessly said to Ayla who was struggling with her bleeding head.
"I didn't know you were this shameless, so shameless to think of your friend's fiancée in such a manner. Where did this Aria come from?" Ayla asked in disgust.
Her words were agitating Aria so much that she got out a knife from her waist side, ran towards the unexpecting Ayla laying on the sandy ground, and began to stab her continuously in the back.
