Jane Spencer listened to Maya Spencer's words, not needing her to spell it out to know who she was referring to.
She then simply smiled and said, "You're quite the grudger."
"Of course, she drugged me twice, landed me once in the police station; how could I let her off?" She didn't even bother to mention the slap she gave her at the hospital last time.
"Haha! Indeed, you shouldn't let it go." Jane Spencer's grin was mysterious, with a hint of unease, which piqued Maya's curiosity. She couldn't help wondering what stories lay behind that enigmatic smile.
For the unsolved mysteries left three years ago, Maya's memories became profoundly vivid.
Yet she knew it wasn't something that could be unraveled overnight, especially without any clues at hand. Previously, she had suspected her grandfather of being the mastermind who pushed her into the sea. Three years later, looking back, it seemed unlikely.
