Chapter 92: Picnic

The blood-soaked world, which had begun to spread from where the man in white stood, was suddenly obscured, replaced by the slate-blue carriage curtains. With Hans' figure no longer in sight, Miranda instinctively glanced at Selena, who had just drawn the curtains.

A fleeting glance—half-revealed, half-concealed—left behind a hint of mystery and suspense, enough to stir a young girl's heart. At her mother's signal, Selena slowly let go of the curtain she had lifted, shielding the figure in white from view outside the carriage. “Miranda, what are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought!”

Miranda snapped out of her reverie and gave a faint smile. “It's nothing.”

Now fully awake from the shock of seeing Hans again, the intense pain and hatred she had felt gradually settled. She began to contemplate the hidden motives behind Hans’ sudden appearance today.

Was this Hans’ own idea, or was there someone else pulling the strings?

In this life, she would not be kind. If anyone wronged