Chapter 522 Poor People Have Their Sins
Hearing his words, Martha pursed her lips.
Blaine looked at her for a moment, pushed the card back to her, and said, "Leave Cocanel with the money. Never come back."
Before coming here, Martha had had a lot of things to say to him.
There were questions, blame, and confessions of her feelings.
But now, she suddenly found that she couldn't say anything except for "I want an answer".
Blaine was right. She had spent so many years in the nunnery in vain.
Seeing her keep silent without accepting the bank card, he forced a wry smile and said, "Martha, why bother?"
She suddenly smiled, "Yeah, why bother?"
Then, she took a shallow breath and said, "Do you need me to collect your corpse?"
When Blaine heard this, his handcuffed hands shook.
Martha saw his reaction, but she pretended not to see and smiled, "If you need my help, I'll leave Cocanel a few days later."
Blaine felt dry in his throat when saying, "No, thanks."
Martha asked, "Will anyone collect your corpse?"
Blaine fell silent.
Would anyone collect his corpse?
Probably not.
Colin had a deep hatred for him, so he would not do it for him. As for Hank and Helen, they had always been closer to Tiffany. Since he had killed her, they would not do it for him either.
Seeing him keep silent, Martha knew the answer, so she said, "I'll wait for a few more days."
Blaine looked at her with a long face.
Meeting his eyes, Martha looked down at the interrogation table and said, "At our age, we won't talk about love anymore. Otherwise, the kids would laugh at us."
Blaine took a deep breath but didn't reply.
Martha continued, "I had hated you for years. And I wished to drink your blood and eat your flesh."
Blaine stared blankly at her muttering to herself and suddenly felt sad as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart.
She added, "But the moment I heard that you were sentenced to death for murder, I suddenly stopped hating you."
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