Compared with it, Becca Reyes, who was standing next to Flossie Wright's bed, seemed less terrifying. Although she looked very angry, full of rage, she didn't have the murderous aura and sharpness of Flossie Wright, nor would a simple look from her make one feel as if one's life was controlled by others.
"I, I haven't finished writing."
As Neal Thompson hesitated whether to leave first, Yvonne Watson, who was completely unaware of the situation, tightly clutched her confession and clumsily spoke to Neal Thompson, her whole body exuding the aura of a weakling.
"Not finished yet?" As soon as she heard this, Neal Thompson's voice rose sharply. She took a breath and was about to scold Yvonne Watson, but before the words came out, she unwittingly stopped. She glanced at Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes, her face changing insistently, and finally swallowed back her words, "Finish it before you sleep tonight, and I must see the confession tomorrow morning!"
