In the face of death?
These four words were not favorable for Amelia Cobb. She would argue with anyone who said them to her, but for some inexplicable reason, she was more willing to tolerate them from Christopher Robinson.
"Facing death could be applicable to anyone but me. Does Mr. Robinson really have so little faith in his wife?"
Amelia replied breezily.
From the beginning of August, ten years ago, Charlie Wood had an inkling that someone had been pulling the strings behind the scenes but couldn't find the source.
At this moment, he was like an animal whose shinbone had been snapped off, waiting helplessly to be beaten.
The schemer's whip came lashing down again and again while he could only wail helplessly, without any way to fight back.
Someone hidden in the dark rubbed his face in the dirt.
He still had no idea who it was.
As Amelia said, the person facing death would not be her.
That evening, the Wood family was in turmoil.
