Chapter 132
- NATASHA'S POV
- The clink of crystal echoed softly in the sterile hospital room as I swirled red wine in my glass, lounging against a mound of down pillows. The curtains were half-drawn, letting in slivers of muted city lights. With one hand on my phone and the other delicately balancing the Bordeaux, I scrolled through Weibo. The comments flaming Eve rolled in faster than I could read.
- “Traitor!”