If Flossie Wright had set her sights on Glenn Hutchinson, she could have simply killed him, but Erina Taylor's death was something she didn't want to allow.
"I was ambushed," she slowly curved her lips into a smile, the meaning unclear, as she spoke coldly, "led there by Andrew."
She rarely recalled that incident.
The images before her death were such that even the most forgiving person could not forget.
She just tried not to think about it, to avoid letting resentment take root, which would distract her from other matters and even affect her normal life.
The grudges of her past life should have had nothing to do with her identity, yet wasn't it because of that she couldn't accept Glenn Hutchinson?
"Him?"
A single word, cold as ice, frightening to anyone who heard it.
"Yes," Flossie said calmly, "He colluded with that military force, leading me right into the enemy's ambush."
Without a detailed explanation, Perry Reed could guess the gist.
