The woman who values her self-respect more than her own life.
Her room door was still not closed.
Only after she walked in did she casually close the door.
Oliver Turner had already arranged the things he bought on the table, waiting for her.
Watching her close the door, Oliver Turner raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"How about a drink?"
Faye Townsend, feeling guilty, carefully observed Oliver Turner. Just now, he must have heard her conversation with Brother Henry.
Why is he so calm now?
She slowly walked towards him and sat opposite him.
"Let's clear the air.
I know you just heard what I said.
Why pretend you don't know anything?
Don't you want to say something?"
It's better to cut your own wound than to be slowly tortured to death.
"From the beginning, I knew your purpose, so what's there to say?"
Oliver Turner appeared as if the words she just said were as trivial as the neighbor's cat having three kittens.
But it was his attitude that made her feel weird.