Isabella endured the pain and looked away in panic.

"Does it look familiar?" Nina looked at Isabella as she spoke, her voice cold.

Isabella's face quickly paled. "I don't know what you're talking about. Are you saying that's mine?"

"Why don't you just admit it?" Nina picked up the tassel earring and shook it at eye level, holding it out to Isabella. "Albert said he liked the way these looked on you. Or did you forget already?"

Knowing that Nina knew the pair of earrings she was talking about, Isabella glared at her fiercely and admitted, "Fine. It's my earring. So what?"

"So what?" Nina sneered. "I remember you said that you lost your an earring, but why did we find it at No. 4 West Forest Street? That's where Kristina committed suicide."

Isabella gulped in anxiety.

And Nina noticed. If Isabella had anything to do with Kristina's death, she was going to make her pay. How she wished she could kill Isabella.

But if she

y. "It's not me. Mr. Song would only like me after she's dead.

It wasn't my fault. It was all Kristina's fault! She was just an old woman. Why should she be with him? She didn't deserve Mr. Song." Isabella raised her head, tears coursing down her cheeks and she gritted her teeth like a red-eyed beast.

But it was also a dying beast that could pose no threat.

Nina really felt sorry for Isabella. Isabella didn't know Albert was dead until now.

"Look and see whose tomb it is."

"No!" Isabella was like a frightened bird, keeping an eye on everyone.

In the past half a month, Isabella had been extremely nervous every day. She didn't know what kind of torture she would face.

She finally left the damned place, but was brought to the place where Kristina was buried.

She would rather die than see it.

'What's so good about that bitch, Kristina? I'm glad she's dead. Then Mr. Song will be mine.

He will only belong to me.'