Ayla's pupils dilated, her hands trembling slightly in trepidation.
That voice…
All this time, she had chosen to immerse herself in what she missed in her first life, almost acting like she hadn't died.
But hearing her killer's voice… her heart almost jumped out of her mouth.
But that wasn't what frightened her the most.
Silas and Elena didn't meet at this time.
They met later in the future.
So what was this?
As she lingered by the machine, a small queue formed behind her and the people on it grew impatient.
"She's just withdrawing money not giving birth, what's taking so long?"
Hearing the complaint, Ayla swallowed forcefully and stiffly took out her card, clenching it tightly in her palm as she turned to face Elena Simmons squarely.
Staring into her killer's smiling face, her grip on her card tightened.
This smile... it was the exact same one she had on when she hauled her off the roof.
