Zoey walked briskly into the stairwell, and she could no longer hold back her suppressed emotions, crying softly.
Russell closed the safety gate and embraced her in his arms.
He knew that at this moment, no matter what he said, it would be useless. What Zoey needed was to let it all out.
The motion sensor light in the stairwell went off, Zoey tightly gripping the man's T-shirt with both hands, her voice hoarse, "I really miss Layne, I can't bear how Callie mistreated him, he's still so young..."
In the pitch-black space, Russell's eyes were deep, and based on Callie's s******c personality, he must have inflicted harm on Layne in the past.
With this in mind, he felt that even torturing Callie would not be enough to satisfy his resentment.
"I wouldn't let her have it so easy. Death is
