"You mean Emma Campbell?" Arthur Lindsey started the car, his lips slightly curled.
"Yes, the person who disappeared that year. We still don't know where she is now." Ella Lacey's words naturally included Sally Jefferson, who had once prided herself on being a good older sister.
Could such a proud person really be content with being missing for so long?
"It would be best if she were dead."
Arthur Lindsey's expression was sinister, as if he were saying, even if she wasn't dead now, she would eventually die by my hand.
His coldness was enough to make one's heart tremble!
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The snowstorm had raged for five days.
Finally, it began to subside,
As the skies cleared after the snow, coincidentally, tomorrow was the day they had agreed to go out.
But Wilton Lindsey and Penny Sullivan didn't want to go out anymore, so they decided to stay in for the winter.
So, tomorrow would only be their family of three flying south.
This afternoon.
The Lindsey mansion was lively and bustling.