Fiona Grantham looked at Bella Green and chuckled.
"What guilty deed have you done to be so scared?"
Hearing this, Bella Green couldn't help but laugh: "Those who do guilty deeds aren't necessarily afraid, but some things can indeed be frightening."
That "some things" naturally referred to Fiona Grantham.
Immediately, Fiona's face darkened, then she smirked coldly.
"Bella Green, are you so complacent? I haven't lost yet." Fiona stepped forward, supporting herself with a cane.
Bella Green watched her and narrowed her eyes, increasing the distance between them.
Last time, Bella hadn't seen where Fiona was injured, now she realized it was her leg.
"Suit yourself."
With a nonchalant smile, Bella Green prepared to leave.
"Leaving just like that? Who knows, we might become relatives someday." Fiona said lightly.
Bella Green abruptly stopped in her tracks, turned back, and stared coldly at Fiona.
"What do you mean?"
