A smile slowly appeared on Cindy's face.
But this smile only made the scar on her face appear even more sinister.
She stepped closer to Mia, “You said that as long as you bring them to me, you would fulfill any request I have.”
Mia looked at the scar on her face with disdain, stepping back, “Are you asking for money?”
Cindy shook her head, “I don't want money. I want you to give him back to me.”
“...What?” Mia seemed to be hearing the biggest joke.
Her eyes grew filled with contempt, mockery, and pity, “He's nothing but a pile of bones now. Because of you, he sleeps forever in this cold pond. How can you still have the face to ask for him?”
Cindy’s face turned ashen, like a corpse.
She gripped the knife inside her purse, her eyes bloodshot, and mumbled, “It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me…
