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In the west garden of the Jorgansen's villa, there was a wall full of roses.
In this season, all the roses had withered and looked so gloomy and decadent.
The surroundings were so desolate and tightly wrapped in flower branches, blocking the view of the outside.
Because it was in the corner of the Jorgansen's villa, very few people would pass by here.
Sophia put on her torn and wrinkled clothes, covering the marks on her body.
She walked out from the rose room in the corner.
This place was dilapidated, but this rose room was very clean. It was not as cold as outside. It could make anyone who came in feel warm.
Andy stroked the hair on Sophie's neck and smiled.
"It's just that the Nash family collapsed. What's there to be angry about?"
Sophie turned around and glared at him. Her expression did not ease for the man's smile.
"You never wanted to help me at all."
Sophie glared at Andy.
But it was so powerless.
