"I always thought, no matter how much you disliked someone, you'd just exchange words and wouldn't truly hurt others. It seems I really misjudged you."
Mary Douglas slowly squinted her eyes, staring coldly at him for a while.
Finally, she let out a cold laugh, "Only now do you understand, huh? It really wasn't easy."
Beau Reed looked at her lightly smiling face, which seemed utterly heartless.
"Have you truly never thought that if something really happened to Quinn Martinez, you wouldn't feel the slightest unease or guilt in your heart?"
Quinn Martinez felt a bit cold all over, turned her head to glance outside the window; it was already nearing dusk, with temperatures dropping.
No wonder.
She picked up her water cup again and took a few sips.
