"Oversky, because I know you can't hear what I'm saying now, so I..."
Christine Quinn's eyes widened, unable to believe the voice she was hearing in her ears was her own, and her hands began to grip her thighs tightly.
"I really hope you can live well... I hope in the rest of life, you meet a woman who loves you and understands you and loves you."
The recording ended, but Christine Quinn's face had turned pale.
Skyler Jones's dark eyes stared sinisterly at Christine Quinn, "That's your voice, isn't it?"
Christine Quinn's lips were pale, remaining silent.
"You probably didn't know I had a recording device in my car."
Christine Quinn's suddenly dimmed eyes looked at Skyler Jones, her closed lips trembling slightly.
"Why did you say these words to me?"
Christine Quinn tried to straighten her posture, maintaining a normal demeanor, "No reason."
Skyler Jones raised an eyebrow, "Are you telling me the grievances in your heart?"
