Sarah Sullivan spoke very slowly.
There was a moment of pause between each woman's surname.
Thinking about how these seven lives, as delicate as flowers, met such a tragic end, deceived so despicably by men.
Even though the sun was shining brilliantly outside, inside the room felt eerie and chilling!
Everyone felt a shiver down their spine, terrified.
Suddenly, Sarah Sullivan let out a mocking laugh, revealing two rows of tidy white teeth.
She pointed at Grace Wallace with her finger, "May I ask this well-read, knowledgeable Miss Wallace, who killed these seven women?"
Grace Wallace shook all over in fear, "It was… it was…"
She stammered, unable to provide an answer.
"It was you who killed them!"
Sarah Sullivan's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.
With a large stride, she was already standing in front of Grace Wallace!
The distance between them was less than a finger!
Sarah Sullivan was not only more beautiful than Grace Wallace, but taller and more slender.
