The last sentence sent a chill crawling up Maple Swallow's spine.
He was momentarily stunned as he looked at Trenton Smith.
Trenton Smith was looking at him too.
The smile on his face was almost sinister, soft and dark. Under the dim corridor lighting, it cast endless shadows.
"What do you want to do?" Maple Swallow asked.
"I heard you're going to marry your sister-in-law." He chuckled, "Must be very blissful to marry the person you love, isn't it?"
"..."
"What if I go tell her that you had a hand in her death, do you think Ava would still want to marry you?"
"..." Maple Swallow's face turned ugly, "Don't do such boring things."
