Keira stared at the woman before her.
She wore her hair in a ponytail, her face bright with a dazzling smile.
Her eyes were clear, reminiscent of a girl untouched by the harsh realities of the world.
Innocent and naive—this was Keira's first impression of her when they first met.
But now, she could scarcely believe that this woman was actually Fox.
Holding her phone, Keira stepped closer and asked, "Erin, are you really Fox?"
"Indeed," Erin replied.
She was no longer pretending. She hung up the call and greeted Uncle Olsen beside Keira, "Hello, Uncle."
She appeared polite and sensible, like a well-mannered junior.
Uncle Olsen looked puzzled and glanced at Keira before looking back at Erin. "I'm not well," he said.
Erin was taken aback.
Uncle Olsen frowned. "The poison in me, was it you who administered it?"
