"You still don't really feel guilty about it, right?" Bruce asked.

Wen said: "Yes."

Bruce obviously showed a headache: "It's too difficult for you to discipline. Fortunately, someone cares about you now."

"You said Connor? He didn't care about me," said Wen. "It's just that if he had any suggestions, I would feel very comfortable."

Bruce shook his head and sighed.

He didn't say anything, but his sigh was too vivid.

Wen was a little uncomfortable, so she went back to her room.

Based on this Bruce's attitude, Wen can imagine another Bruce's mood: Wendy has a second personality, he needs evidence; the exact evidence confirms that the second personality exists, and he seems to be able to bear it; the second personality significantly affects Wendy himself, which he thinks cannot.

Perhaps another Bruce did take a measure to suppress warm growth.

"He never looked at me." Wen murmured, "He also asked Wendy not to..."

Of course Wendy didn't do it.

And now, the result is out.

Now it was her to dominate and dominate, and Wendy retreated behind the scenes.

"Damn it." Wen said, "He's right."

From the perspective of a father, she is indeed evil, cold and dangerous. She is a disease that should not exist, she is a murderer in a sense.

Wen knocked Wendy in her heart and asked her: What do you think?

——Are you guilty?

Damn, not at all.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who casts the landmines: the hood with small wings, 1 morning mist;
Chapter completed!