Nobody would compete with her for him anymore.
A sweet smile appeared on Sherry White's face, "Trenton, do you know? I'm actually quite happy." Just like how every murderer can't help but recall the crime scene, there was a strange excitement in her tone, "You are finally mine. Do you know? No one will compete with me for you anymore. Norris Moore deserves to die, I met you first, what right did she have to compete with me? It's always first come, first served, isn't it?" She slightly clenched her fingers, telling Treton, "If she had the sense to back off earlier, I wouldn't have needed to go this far. She deserved it."
There was not even a hint of guilt in her tone.
It was full of schadenfreude.
She might truly be abnormal.
No mentally stable person would ever say such things.
"Do you know?" Trenton Smith's fingers rested on his knee, gently tapping his leg, his tone slow and faint, emotion indiscernible, "I never planned to let you stay in prison."
