Sierra Sullivan was still trying to figure out what was happening when another voice sounded from outside.
"Cousin."
Even though it had been a long time since she'd last heard it, Sierra Sullivan recognized the voice instantly.
'It's Autumn Lynch!'
'She would never forget that voice!'
'But why is Autumn Lynch with Hugo Cheney?'
"Cousin, why won't you open the door? Is it because you have a guilty conscience?"
Autumn Lynch's voice was filled with endless grievance, even trembling on the verge of tears.
'This was Autumn Lynch's usual tactic.'
'Those words, which seemed to be questioning her, were actually meant for Hugo Cheney.'
Just as Sierra Sullivan was thinking this, she heard Hugo Cheney's voice.
"Autumn, don't cry! Don't worry, I'll get justice for you! We can't let this go!"
"Sierra Sullivan, if you had the guts to do it, why don't you have the guts to open the door? Open up!"
