“Oh…” Arielle seemed disappointed by his answer.
Henrick said nothing else and focused on driving. However, Arielle noticed he kept blinking, which was a sign that he felt guilty.
Of course, he feels guilty. After all, he killed someone. She sneered inwardly.
It’s disgusting to be in the same car as him. Why aren’t we at the psychiatric hospital yet?
When they were about to reach their destination, Henrick’s phone rang.
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