Fiona Sutton heard Charles Northwood's words and knew what he was thinking.
"Bodyguard with a sword, am I the kind of person who overthinks?"
At this moment, Fiona Sutton seemed to regain her usual bold and domineering self, which was quite nostalgic.
This version of Fiona Sutton was full of energy, radiating a certain vigor all over.
"Haha, aren't you?"
Seeing her like this, Charles Northwood teased her with a laugh.
Fiona Sutton: ......
Alright, alright, she indeed tends to overthink.
"Anyway, this time I'm telling the truth. I'm not overthinking at all. Yancy Hastings is really alive."
As she spoke, Fiona Sutton took the ring hanging from her neck out from inside her collar to show him.
"This is the ring he left me when he came to the hospital before."
Saying this, Fiona Sutton's face was full of excitement.
"He gave it to you?"
Charles Northwood was stunned and immediately walked over, fixing his eyes on it.
