Bonnie's entire body stiffened when she heard this.
Staring at the disdainful look on his face, she swallowed her words and curled her lips into a self-deprecating smirk. "How can that be? Even if I was the Number-9 you've been searching for, you're not the young boy I knew.
"You're nothing compared to him."
With that, she turned around, grabbed Harvey's hand, and strode away, all the while suppressing the pain in her heart.
Jim narrowed his eyes as he watched her leave.
Was she mocking him?
A gust of wind blew, and the door slammed shut behind them with a loud thud that made Roanne jump.
Jim finally turned his attention back toward Roanne and shot her a cold glance. Then, he said in a tone so cold there was not a hint of emotion within it, "Roanne, Charlotte has treated you as her sister all these years, so how could you deliberately tarnish her name behind her back and attempt to drive a wedge between us? What are your intentions in doing this?"
Roanne felt her blood run cold.
She had thought of the possibility that Jim would not believe her, but she never thought that Jim would do it so blatantly and without hesitation.
Roanne exhaled and lifted her head to stare at Jim, a cold sneer playing on her lips. "She treated me like her sister?" She lifted her sleeve to reveal her bruised and severely wounded arms. "Look at these. She sent men to beat me up every time I disobeyed her.
"Master Landry, do you think someone who truly thinks of me as a sister would do something like this?"
"However, even after losing your memories, you should know whether Heather truly is capable of doing this or not. Was it truly Heather's fault that Charlotte
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