The door was opened, and Polly Sutton walked straight inside. "Where's mistress, how is she?"
"Mistress is resting in the room." Emma Turner closed the door, her voice not as steady as usual, her struggle and pain evident on her face. "Are you stupid? I ask you to come, and you just come?"
Polly Sutton listened to Emma's words, pausing for a while before turning to look at her. Even though she'd long anticipated this day, truly facing it was still a bit hard to accept.
"I don't want anyone to lose their life because of me, whether it's someone protecting me or someone trying to kill me. It's not worth staking one's life for money." Polly laughed softly. "I just don't understand, why it was you?"
Emma looked at Polly, her expression filled with regret and self-mockery.
"When did you start suspecting me?"
