Typically, people with a guilty conscience tend to lose their composure when confronted.
And Julia Adams was precisely that type.
"You..."
Julia Adams knew she was done for this time; to her surprise, it seemed even Heaven was helping Nia Mitchell.
Biting her lip, she stood up.
"I won't squabble with you today. But Nia Mitchell, don't think I'll forgive you for everything you've done."
With that said, she actually hobbled away.
Limping, no less... Heh...
Lines of exasperation practically formed on Nia Mitchell's face; she genuinely couldn't comprehend what on earth was wrong with Julia Adams's world.
"Thank you."
As the crowd dispersed, Nia Mitchell's smile returned. Looking at Tara Jameson, she felt a touch of wistful admiration.
Is this... the girl Charles Northwood likes?
Tara Jameson smiled back, a hint of resignation in her eyes as she looked at Nia Mitchell.
"No need to thank me. It was just a coincidence. I would have helped anyone else in the same situation."
