Chapter: 2063

Shelia's gaze fell upon the knife in 425's hand.

Following her gaze, 425 looked down at the knife, and in just a short three seconds, she tightened her grip on the knife as if a decision of great consequence had been made.

"425, why haven't you gone out and made your accusations yet?"

Shelia's voice remained serene. "Are you afraid they won't buy your story? Or perhaps you fear they'll suspect collusion between us, that we conspired to end Delmor's life together? Today, it was meant to be you in the equipment room, but suddenly I'm here, dressed in your prison uniform."

Her words were calculated, each one stabbing at 425's heart like a dagger, making it difficult for her to draw breath.