"Arielle couldn't believe that the woman whose hands were tied behind the chair and was in front of her was the old woman she had helped when her fruits had fallen. She was not an old woman anymore, but rather a young one. In her opinion, their ages were not far apart. Maybe this one was just a few years older than her, or maybe even younger, but the hardship had aged her appearance.
It turned out that the woman had only used prosthetic makeup to make herself look like an old woman so that she would lower her guard against her and she would not doubt that she was an accomplice of the person who was trying to kill her.
The woman gave a slight smile when she saw Arielle enter the room. "You're really so lucky, Arielle. Even though they've tried to kill you several times, you're still alive
