Looking at the two people who appeared in front of her, Alice Smith's hand shook slightly as she picked up the phone. The burn scars on her delicate wrist looked particularly abrupt. "Hello..."
Max Sully's hand was also trembling slightly, as he stared blankly at the woman on the other side of the glass, his lips quivering but unable to speak for a long time.
Keira Leaf glanced at him and picked up the phone, whispering, "Alice, what happened to your face?"
There was a bruise on her eyelid, not small, and two scabbed blood stains above her left eyebrow, which looked especially abrupt on her clean cheek.
Alice smiled indifferently, "You know what life in prison is like, there are always disputes."
Keira was silent for a while before continuing, "But have there been any difficult people in prison lately?"
"No, just two newcomers who provoked us, not knowing their place. I taught them a lesson, that's all." Alice shook her head nonchalantly, as if to reassure Keira and Max.
