The tenderness in my memory had faded, and all that remained now was a detestable visage.
"I indeed can't do anything to you," he said indifferently, his tone calm yet apathetic. Sherry White smiled, only to hear him continue, "But as someone with schizophrenia, I can make sure you spend your lifetime in a mental hospital."
The smile on her face momentarily stiffened, her pupils violently constricting. Sherry white fell silent for a moment before lifting her hand to her forehead and letting out a few hoarse laughs.
"Treton... I never imagined that one day, you would use my illness against me." She lifted her gaze, staring at the man she loved deeply. In those unbearable memories, he was the sole light of her life.
Now, at this moment, for another woman, he resorted to the most brutal means to take revenge on her.
Even though her illness was because of him.
Sherry White knew Trenton Smith.
She understood his character very well.
