She supported herself against the wall, gently biting her lips. She had sprained her foot while retreating and was now slightly bent at the waist.
She felt humiliated.
If it really was Trenton Smith who did it, then there was no point in seeking justice for Ava. Ava was right, she might end up sacrificing herself.
However, if she could really get justice for Ava, it wouldn't matter if she ended up sacrificing herself. After all, it was her fault that Ava had suffered this way.
The problem was, even at the cost of her life, she probably couldn't touch a hair on Trenton Smith's head.
In the face of absolute power, morality and law become insignificant.
Being by his side, she had already experienced the cruelty of being a nobody.
She bit her lip tightly, looking at Trenton Smith, her heart felt like it was being boiled in hot oil, the pain searing her insides.
