The pain inflicted on Winnie’s nerves did not last long, and after several minutes, she climbed to her feet unaided. Bits of snow covered her face as she gazed at Roxanne fearfully.
“If you don’t want to experience such torment again, you’d better explain everything. How did you poison my mother back then?” Roxanne demanded, her eyes still blazing with fury.
At the same time, Lucian secretly started the voice recorder.
“I really didn’t do anything. Grant is about to die soon, yet he still wants to slander me before his dying breath,” Winnie replied, dropping into a crouching position.
Her demeanor was gradually shifting. Letting her gaze fall on the murderous bodyguards, then at her son’s broken hand, a realization dawned on her. With Roxanne’s current capabilities, she can destroy my
