Natasha's pov

There is no Bran in the private room, only Winson and Emily.

Both of them had strange redness on their faces.

Emily's eyes were blurred, and her collar had slipped to her shoulder.

And Winson was also in pain. In order to wake up, fresh blood cut by a knife was still dripping on his arm.

Emily was pushed away by Winson and sat down on the sofa. I saw her just as I pushed the door in.

Bran, I'm afraid he was calculated.

I r said, "It seems that I didn't appear at the right time to disturb your good deeds."

As I said this, I took...