A few weeks before.
Returning from the nameless base, various possibilities flashed in Annie's mind. Reaching the doorstep of the house, a cold sensation washed over her.
Annier's eyes drifted to the older woman sitting on the sofa, filing her nails. This was the same woman who, in the future, would be cold-blooded enough to threaten her daughter with MMS.
Ironic as it may seem... Annie never once doubted Ivy's words.
When a criminal commits too many crimes, predicting their future isn't difficult.
"Oh? Annie? How did the interview go? Did you get selected? By the way, can you cook? My waist is aching." Listening to her mother's pretentious words, a bitterness welled up in her heart.
'This heartless woman...'
"Also, we need to cut corners for your brother's medicine."
Exasperated, Annie's voice shot up a few octaves. "What? As far as I remember, I had paid more than enough to cover his medical expenses. Why do we need to cut corners?"
