Murder?
Marianne Jackson jumped with shock, her body jerking upright, "Zuri... Zuri Ginger."
She stuttered, unable to complete a sentence, swallowing hard, eyes wide open, clearly extremely frightened, almost entertaining Zuri Ginger.
Zuri Ginger couldn't help but laugh, "I'm just joking."
"You seem to have changed." Marianne Jackson pressed her lips together and whispered.
Zuri Ginger's lips drooped, "Being locked up in a place like this, how could it not change you?"
"Are you not doing well inside?"
"..." Zuri Ginger glanced up at her.
Marianne Jackson realized she said something wrong again, looked at her apologetically, and said in a low voice, "I'm really sorry, I can't help you. You know, I don't have a say at home, especially when it concerns Mia Ginger, no one listens to me at all."
"I understand, I'm being toyed by her as well, not to mention you." Zuri Ginger said indifferently.
