chapter 825 confide in one's heart

The room was engulfed in a deathly silence. With slightly reddened eyes, Isabella stared fixedly at Michael. Michael stood motionless in front of the refrigerator, holding a head of cabbage, resembling a statue. The atmosphere was particularly oppressive. It felt like even the slightest sound, like a pin dropping, would trigger thunderous echoes. After a while, Michael spoke up. "From your perspective, do you think I would save you?" "I don't know." Isabella hesitated for a moment, then shook her...