Chapter 122 He Always Thinks She's Lying

Although it was spring in the Sandy Bay, the cold wind at night still felt chilly to the bone. Kisa sat quietly by the river, letting the icy rain fall onto her. Her hair was wet, and her pale and thin face was filled with raindrops and tears. The red and swollen handprint on her face looked terrifying under the rain. She clenched her hands tightly, her eyes full of indifference. 'I don't care if the Case family wants to frame me. All I want is my mother's antique.' Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and a thick coat was draped over her shoulders. Her heart trembled slightly. She turned around to see who it was, but a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes. 'That's right. Gilbert wholeheartedly thought that I was lying and that I am a vicious monster. He hates me and wants me dead. How could it ever be him?' Howard was startled when he saw the handprint on Kisa's face. "Kisa, y-your face... Who hit you?" "It's nothing," Kisa said as she stared blankly at t