Sophie Sullivan was sure that she hadn't shed as many tears in a year as she had today.
There was a suffocating feeling in her chest that choked her, making her extremely uncomfortable. The feeling of suffocation surged like a tidal wave, driving her mad.
"Thomas Shannon, you bastard... you're a thorough bastard..."
Why did he deceive her?
Why did he tell her those words, which seemed like last words on his deathbed?
Why? Why!
Sophie kicked the tiger that was pinning her down, staring at it fiercely. "Get off me!"
The tiger let out a howl, its voice gradually weakening.
But it still didn't let go of her.
Sophie kept kicking it. "Get off! If you don't, I'll kill you!"
Not far away, Thomas Shannon was trapped in the quicksand, watching the insane Sophie. Seeing her anxious appearance, he felt relieved.
She wasn't heartless.
Her heart was like a clear mirror, and she could feel who was kind to her more than anyone else.
"Maniac..." Thomas Shannon called out to her.
