Chapter 117: Timothy Questions Angie

Angie adjusted her clothes, accidentally brushing against her wounds, causing her to wince in pain, her eyes reddening. Without a mirror, she couldn't see herself. She still thought she looked like the old princess, wearing bright clothes and walking towards Timothy in the midst of a crowd. Such scenes used to be common. Every time it was her birthday, it was like this. Timothy would smile at her, gentle and elegant, and she would walk towards him amidst the jealous or envious gazes of others. "Timothy, big brother." Angie, wearing handcuffs, approached Timothy with a smile that was both surprised and shy. Timothy furrowed his brows slightly. Angie didn't look well. Her skin was pale, her lips dry and cracked, and she had heavy dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept for days. There was a glass wall between them, with only a small hole for transmitting sound. Thinking that Timothy hadn't heard her calling him, Angie leaned closer and called out again, "