"Mom!" Fair recognized the back as Athena! The woman who called herself her mother.
Now she feels in her heart that this woman, for sure, is not her mother.
Whereas we had seen Athena in a wheelchair before, this time, Athena was standing.
For some reason, Athena stood, giving a stronger sense of fear and oppression.
Fair looked around, "Where's Iris, why don't I see her? Mom, isn't Iris with you?"
Athena turned her back on them and sneered.
She didn't answer.
Instead, he took a cigarette out of his pocket, very thin and long.
She "clicked", the lighter's flame in her hand looked particularly hideous.
She lit a cigarette and smoked one puff after another, the smoke ring rose up like an invisible shackle, suffocating.
Ophelia stood beside Athena, not daring to say a word.
When Athena finishes her cigarette, she drops it on the floor and gently stamps it out.
"You won't see Iris again." Athena's voice was colder than ice.
Fair froze, and a feeling of fear overtook his body.
Anderson subconsciously yanked Fair backwards.
"Who are you? Turn around and let me see." Anderson raised his voice.
", your name is Anderson, you have a lot of nerve, do you know what will happen if you make me turn around?" Athena bowed her head and played with her newly done nails, bright red, like a smear of blood on her hands, both beautiful and scary.
"I know. If the kidnapper doesn't want to kill the hostage, he usually doesn't want him to see his face. If the kidnapper lets the hostage see his face, it means the hostage is bound to die." Anderson replied calmly.
"Now that you know, are you sure, and want to see who I am?" Athena's hand paused for a moment.
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