CHAPTER 159

She then turned to Alan. “Oh, since you can't talk, take this paper and write. I want to know what exactly you have to say about this.”

Alan had accessed the lady from head to toe. She didn't look like someone who could really do sustained harm to someone. She was just bitter about something she thought he did, she thought.

Her physique was lean and sturdy and her limbs weary and muscular from the physical demands of her job. Her hair was pulled back in a utilitarian style and conjoined into a tight bun.

She also had her shoes scuffed from constant wear and her apron was strained with the remnants of the day’s labor.

Alan suspected that more than the weight of her interrogations, she was passing the aggression of her harsh lifestyle on him.

He took the pen and paper that was offered to him and wrote while clutching his throat in pain and feeling his belly erupt in a serious commotion. [I am sorry about your brother but I don't know who you are talking about]

The waitress yanked the p
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