"Alright."

They confronted each other.

The atmosphere was tense and solemn.

It seemed to take a long time for Connie to make a compromise.

"If Christina releases Carrie, I'll let her go today.Although Connie still put her long knife for cutting toast around Christina's neck, Christina was not too afraid.Listening to Connie and her father's conversation, which seemed to have a double meaning, she found that they hided something from her.

"Carrie deserved it when she was caught"

Christina turned her face with difficulty and looked deeply at Connie, who was standing behind her, said stubbornly, "I won't plead for Carrie.You want me to release her? Dream on!"

"You dare!"

Connie looked into her clear eyes and gritted her teeth angrily.

The blade pressed against her blood vessel and exerted force.

Christina frowned in pain.

Bright red blood slid across her fair neck, which was especially dazzling.

Betty's heart almost jumped out of her chest.She hurriedly persuaded, "Connie, we'll promise you anything you want.What happened to Carrie? You make it clear...You release Christina.Don't hurt her...

But Christina seemed to be afraid of nothing.She spoke in a loud voice, "Connie, this knife is so blunt.It will take a lot of time to cut my blood vessels with it.A doctor will come in half an hour.You have to hurry up, or you will be in jail before my bleeding runs out..."

"Shut up!"

Christina originally wanted to anger Connie, but she didn't expect Donald, her cold father, to take the lead in scolding her.

He was so angry that he was coughing anxiously.

Seeing that he looked terrible, Betty immediately walked over and patted him on the back worriedly.

Connie glanced at Donald subconsciously.

Her face was gloomy and angry.She knew that Donald had been sick recently, and a doctor would come to check on him at a fixed time every day.She held a metal knife and wished that it would kill Christina immediately.

"Release her...I'll promise to all your requests."

Donald calmed down and gave Connie a promise in a hoarse voice.

Christina wanted to say something, but Connie had already pushed her away.

In fact, Connie held a knife against her just for a moment of anger and impulse.

She had always been rational.

With Donald's promise, she also found a way out.

a stupid thing to

held a dining chair and

Connie's face was gloomy.

it angrily on the table,

Christina and looked at the bloodstains

anxious and

I'll put a dressing on your

was only

from Connie's glare,

"It's doesn't matter"

few pieces of facial tissue on

with rage, and she didn't

that her father was so partial to Connie.She was the one who was hurt, and her father was always so fierce to her.She and Betty also

looked at each other with their

"What's wrong with Carrie?"

probably because he was ill, and his voice

your baby

sneered and looked at

put Carrie ina mental

the first time Donald and Betty had heard of

frowned and turned

angrily at

you

not surprised by this

the one who caused everything.She

her temper, Betty immediately elbowed her and whispered, "Your father is still sick.Don't anger him.Tell him

persuaded by reason

why she always liked to live

would only have a negative

by car.So she was caught by

Carrie hit

Betty couldn't understand.

the next day.Carrie had a concussion.She was transferred to the general ward after seven

to look straight at Christina, gritting

her to drive into someone.Carrie was a victim from

was

whether Carrie is

was not interested in

heard her say this, and her voice

say! Bah...Christina, you are playing tricks behind my back.You let Charles directly convict Carrie.You want her to stay in the mental hospital for the rest of her life.The

"I didn't!"

little strange and

for causing a traffic accident.I don't know why she was prisoned in

found that Connie had come to slander her again.Her surprise gradually calmed down and she was more

She guessed and asked.

sisters plotting to? You want to escape from the responsibility of the

it

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