"..."
"..."
In the silent yet somewhat enigmatic atmosphere, Valentina and Fremay stood side by side.
Both were bewildered, staring blankly at everything happening before them.
Their gaze seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, landing right on that Fallen Angel—on the young man she was holding in her arms.
Watching this ambiguous and bizarre scene.
Fremay's eyes were filled with disbelief, her usually lively eyes now shrouded in a layer of mist, her mind swirling with various questions.
"What on earth is happening?"
"He didn't come to see us, is he here to have a tryst with this woman?"
"You..."
"Could you not just be straightforward!!?"
"Is this really such a big deal? Couldn't you be a bit more honest?"
For Fremay, Herbert having connections with others wasn't a major issue, what displeased her was Herbert's concealment.
You can have other sisters, I don't care about that.
But, you can't lie to me!
Compared to Fremay, Valentina's thoughts were much simpler.
