"I do not trust anyone," Lisa whispered.
"Why do you trust Peter more?" said Gerald, who was being burned by the fire of jealousy.
"I did not say that. I said that I do not trust anyone. That means I do not believe Peter either," said Lisa.
"But you seem to like him."
"I do not like anyone."
"You tend to believe that your mom is suicide than being killed by your uncle."
"It is not because I believe in Peter. I just hope she was suicide, not being killed by my uncle. It will make me want to hate him. I do not want to hate anyone" Lisa tried to explain why she hoped that her mom was suicide.
The two of them quarrelled with piercing eyes greeting each other.
"Sssh...." Tom whispered from behind the table, reminding the crown prince and Miss Lisa to be quiet. He also pulled the tip of his forefinger at his lips.