'So you are blaming me for wronging her?' Grace looked at him with a full face of sarcasm, and her heart felt an inexplicable pain. 'She was framed and you felt so distressed, but what about me? I was also framed. I was locked up in a mental hospital for five years. I destroyed my appearance and throat. I suffered so much. Have you ever felt sorry for me?'

'Of course.' Carl's eyebrows tightened, and suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged her in his arms, tightly and with all his strength, as if to rub her into his bones.

She froze to the ground.

She had been waiting for...