When Matilda Murphy said this sentence, her tone became low.
Chloe Bennet's life and death seemed to be a matter she was unwilling to confront.
"So...it wasn't you, then would it be...her?" Victoria carefully asked.
Matilda Murphy paused for a moment, then lowered her head: "It can't be her. Absolutely not. "
She sounded so conviction, as if attempting to convince herself.
Victoria sighed. Love, it really doesn't distinguish between people, not even between genders.
Once you are in love, regardless of the circumstances, you will fall in, suffer, and can never let go.
"Could you please turn a little more?" Matilda Murphy asked, "you're so close to me, I dare not make a move, I'm afraid of scaring you. There's a set of clothes in the turret, could you pull it out and put it away for me?"
"Okay." Victoria crawled and knelt as she made her way there, retrieving a set of clothes from a plastic bag.
She was taken aback as she removed it.
