Wendy would never think that everything that she thought has hidden and couldn't come to light finally caught up to her.
As she sat defeatedly in the interrogation room after being slapped by the numerous evidences, she knew that she was especially doomed.
She sat there sunken, sullen and in despair. Where did it even go wrong? And why did it seem that whoever messed with her son was the same person messing with her?
Since when did these people planned this whole thing?
"Hehe," she laughed mockingly at herself as she watched the captain smug expression as he stood to his feet.
"Madam Willow, it's really a pity that such a vicious heart has people very fond of you. To think that your ruthlessness caused the deaths of many and yet the victims still see you in such high regards. Tche, doesn't your conscience hurt?" the captain sarcastically mocked Wendy, in disbelief of the pair of mother and son could both be so ruthless and devoid of any humanity.
