It was Destiny speaking. Veronica figured that she was talking to Crayson.
Looking at the 'sleeping' woman, he kneaded his forehead with a solemn expression. "We've come this far. We can wake her up when the night comes. Let her take a nap before we arrive."
"We've indeed gone quite far and she doesn't know the direction either. Why must we let her 'take a nap' before arriving?" Destiny could not understand as she thought it was an overkill to do so.
"She's too smart. If she discovers where the entrance is, she might escape one day." He sighed.
He had been sighing often lately. It could be because of how serious the situation was, or the sadness he felt upon knowing that the moment Veronica joined the hidden clan, it would be the start of their relationship petering out.
Regardless, it was the helplessness of making a sacrifice to protect everyone out of his sense of loyalty.
Sensing Crayson's gloomy mood, Destiny comforted him, "Master, I think… she'll understand your decisions. Once she's willing to stay with us, we'll ask someone to send her children to us for a reunion. Fortunately, Matthew's dead. If she has lingering feelings, she wouldn't wish to stay."
Speaking of that, she paused to gaze at the sleeping woman. "We should really thank Zac. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have the chance to execute Matthew."
"Enough! Don't you bring that up ever again! If Veronica finds out about it, she might kill you and even me!" Crayson glared at her and snorted before leaving the room.
Knowing that she had angered him, Destiny hurriedly walked out of the room. "I'm sorry, Mr. Crayson. I will be careful next time."
The moment the door closed, Veronica's eyes shot open and she stared out of the window. Shock, pain, and horror filled her eyes.
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