Chapter 73 The Hunting Game

From Emily's point of view. I knew how it felt to be betrayed, so I could understand Sandy's pain very well. I took her hand, hoping to comfort her. Sandy looked at me and smiled helplessly. "What happened to that scumbag is in the past. I don't feel sorry for him anymore." "Not because of him?" I was a little confused. I thought Sandy had taken her life because of the devastation of being trapped in the prey camp as a result of trusting her untrustworthy boyfriend. Sandy raised her head and stared at the ceiling. Her voice was so fragile, like a puff of smoke, as she said, "Emily, I'm sorry, but I don't feel like talking about it now." I didn't press on the matter, knowing that everyone had painful things that they did not know how to share with others. Just like later when she asked me how I knew the details of the palace Mr. Watson currently lived in, I also did not know what to tell her. Similarly, Sandy did not press on that