After hearing Xavier's last wish, she thought Michael would change.
"Why help?" Michael nodded slightly, his eyes deep and profound, his tone relaxed, "I don't want to grow further apart from you."
He was dressed in a long black windbreaker, hiding in the dim light. Only when his deep black eyes looked at her, they stirred up gentle waves.
His soft and gentle voice was like a long, thin feather, making her heart skip a beat and then started to beat wildly.
Molly squinted her eyes and hurriedly turned her face away, murmuring softly, "You couldn't help even if you wanted to."
"She has done so many terrible things, and now there is undeniable evidence against her. The law will punish her severely, and nobody can save her."
If Isabelle could still be saved after all this, what kind of justice could this world possibly have?
But whether she could be saved or not was one matter, and whether Michael would help her was another.
