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When Timothy was gone, it was only Lawrence and Candace left in the room. The atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet.
Lawrence stared fixedly at Candace, and the atmosphere suddenly became stiff. They could almost hear each other's heavy breathing in the silence.
Candace lowered her gaze and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She pressed her lips together. As if she had made up her mind, she said, "I know you hate me to death now."
"It's good that you know." Every word Lawrence uttered was as cold as an obsidian blade.
However, Candace was not afraid. She just pursed her lips and said with a self-deprecating smile, "Lawrence, I don't want to hide it from you anymore. I really never loved you, not even once, not in the slightest. So, Lawrence, you can kill me if you want."