She didn't answer Phoebe Smith's question at her side, nor did she turn her head to look at Phoebe Smith, instead she stared at Ethan Thompson with a look of despair, seeing his handsome and mature face with eyebrows already tightly furrowed together.
Ethan Thompson just stood there, even if the back of his hand had been hit by a vase, and there were wounds from porcelain pieces on it, currently oozing beads of blood, he didn't care at all.
And his gaze was fixed on her, as if he had not just strangled her to death, now he seemed to want to pierce her to death with his gaze.
"Ethan, do you really want me dead that much?" Susanna Smith asked with an extremely weak voice.
Her look towards Ethan Thompson was still one of infatuation, even to this point today, for this man, her heart was still filled with intense love!
It was this man she loved, deep into her bones, even if she died at his hands, she didn't mind, who made her love him so?
