Natasha's POV

"If you want to say it, just say it. Look at your serious face."

Sasha hesitated and said in a low voice, "I think something is wrong with my brother."

Sasha sighed,

Seeing Sasha's serious face, he asked, "Why are you sighing? It's annoying."

"No, Natasha. Do you think I should suggest my brother to see a psychologist?"

"Don't ask me about him. His life or death has nothing to do with me."

Sasha hissed, "why do I feel that you are gloating?"

Yes, I am gloating.

Compared with Winson's cruelty, I just took pleasure in his misfortune. It's nothing serious.

We didn't separate until we had dinner...