Outside the window, the year was approaching. A cold rain was falling on the window and the sky covered the distance.
Before her father fainted, the only ones present were Valentine and Grace. Now, after such a long time had passed, would the police still be able to obtain evidence regarding her father's death?
Could they still pin this crime on Grace? Even though Grace had a life in her hands, which was already not far from her death, she would never forget how her father had died. Before her father had died, she had pointed that furious and trembling finger at Grace, as if there was a strong hatred in his eyes, What had Grace done?
Behind her, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her waist. Victoria comfortably closed her eyes and snuggled against his chest, feeling the familiar aura. O
