Facing this question, Melvin instinctively wanted to refuse.
The more two people resembled each other, the better they understood one another. Just as Hilda was familiar with her, she understood Hilda just as well.
The woman before her was just as paranoid as she was.
Having clawed her way out of the hellish Island No. 98, the things Hilda had gone through far surpassed what was written on her face.
When a person like that spoke in a tone that was not joking, Melvin suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation.
She didn't want to get involved in this mess.
But—
"Do I even have the right to refuse?"
Melvin scoffed, "From the moment you walked into the Opry Building in front of everyone, I was already dragged into this. Even if you say nothing, who would believe that's the truth?"
Hilda stared at her for a while, then suddenly broke into a smile:
"You really have changed; the old you wouldn't have been like this."
"Are you trying to suggest that I was stupid before?"
