"Honey, let me give you a shoulder massage."
The gentle, soft voice of Bella Thompson didn't change. As she massaged his shoulders using just the right strength, she seemed no different than usual. Nonetheless, a frown formed on Michael Marshall's face as he looked at her as though she was a stranger.
If he hadn't asked about it himself, he would probably still be in the dark about Bella Thompson's murderous intent toward Daniel Marshall.
No matter how disrespectful Daniel acted towards Bella, or how strongly he upset her or even belittled her, how could she harbor the intention to kill his own son?
How could such a woman, who appeared gentle and forbearing, always subject to numerous grievances, be so ruthless?
Would she do it just for money and power?
In fact, was Bella's cold-bloodedness a facade she had been carrying the whole time?
A facade she had been maintaining for over two decades?
If so, that would be terrifying!
