Upon hearing Veronica's astonished shout, Aiden merely looked at her calmly, "She's been living next door to you, and you're only noticing now?"
Veronica looked shockingly at Avansa, who was huddled in the cell. When she had been incarcerated as a death row inmate, she never paid attention to other prisoners.
At that time, she did not want to have too much contact with these criminals, so she never noticed that there was such a young girl living next door — she appeared to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in the smallest prison uniform, with bandages wrapped around her face and hands.
Avansa felt her gaze and turned around to look, her expression as calm as stagnant water, "Is something wrong?"
"No..." Veronica instinctively shook her head.
Avansa mechanically turned her face back and continued staring at the wall opposite the bed.
