"What will he do to me?" Edward Stephens said, "Kill me?"
Charlotte Smith looked down, speaking softly, "You don't understand him."
Edward let out a scoff, leaned back in his chair, looking ahead with a somewhat indifferent tone: "I don't want to understand him either."
The man he once regarded as an honor had already turned into someone else.
Turned into a monster.
"I hope you can divorce Miss Ginger as soon as possible. I hope in a few days, you can give me a satisfactory answer." Charlotte lifted her head, glanced at the man's cold profile, sighed gently with a slight sadness, but ultimately dared not linger, retreating out of the car.
Edward sat in place, looking at the street in front of him that had darkened.
The music in the compartment reached its end, and another started playing.
It was a soft, tender English song.
A liar swallows a thousand needles
A liar,
must swallow a thousand needles.
