Cian Channing's mind was racing, her expression relatively normal, except for the initial moment when Tessa Caldwell appeared, her face turned deathly pale.
"Tessa... you're okay... that's really great." She made herself not show a hint of panic, like an innocent girl.
But inside, there burned a repressed anger.
How could this be, Tessa was clearly... could it all have been a lie?
No matter how much she forced herself to stay calm, she couldn't help but be flustered. Her slightly trembling voice betrayed everything: "Just now, I was worried about you, and said a few words to Renee, and then she was about to fall, so I prepared to..."
"Enough, Cian! Stop pretending! Your desperate struggle is truly ugly now." Tessa lightly scoffed, looking mockingly at Cian, cutting her off.
Cian was so frightened her face lost its color, biting her lip tightly.
Panic, startled by Tessa's words, as if her soul had lost three parts.
At the same time, it confirmed the suspicion in her heart.
