Crash—The glass cup Iris Yael had used for years shattered on the floor amidst Amelia Cobb's calm and indifferent expression.
She was stunned.
She had never thought that Amelia's death could have been a carefully designed conspiracy, never.
The daughter she had always been proud of didn't die for the country, but died a terrible death.
Iris looked at Amelia with tears in her eyes, tears swelling and almost rushing out. Amelia watched her, stopping her confession. A deep sigh of helplessness rose from the depths of her heart. She took out two tissues and handed them to Iris.
Iris took the tissues tearfully, covering her eyes with them as her tears soaked through.
"Who is it?"
"Who is so cold-blooded and ruthless that they treat people's lives as trifles?"
Iris was shaking with anger.
