Trenton Smith leaned against the wall, the deep darkness of his eyes falling on the woman's lightly smiling face.
She smiled beautifully, her features gentle and tender, just like the one he remembered.
It was difficult to link this woman to the one Angela Banks had described.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he said softly, "Angela Banks said it was you who harmed her."
"I think there must be some misunderstanding," she smiled faintly, her tone amiable, "Angela hasn't come to see me yet, I wonder why?"
Trenton spoke indifferently, "She doesn't really want to see you."
On hearing this, Sherry White sighed softly and looked at Trenton, "When Angela had her accident, you told me she was brain dead from a car accident and might never wake up. Did you lie to me about that?"
He remained silent, just watching her with a detached indifference.
"Did you insist on having Angela taken to your hospital for treatment to prevent me from seeing her again?"
