Chapter 31 It’s my own crime.

'Yolanda.' Timothy hurriedly came her as soon as he got things done, watching her lonely figure. He felt pain in his heart, squatting on one knee beside her. He rubbed the back of her hands with his hands, trying to get her warm.

'Don’t be so sad. Aunt won’t like to see you like this.'

Yolanda cried silently. There was more and more anger and fierceness in her eyes. She stood up abruptly. She would not let the one who killed her mother get away with it!

Blood will have blood! She wanted them to pay!

'Yolanda, please don’t do this!' Timothy knew what she would try to do. He locked her in his arms, but Yolanda was so angry that her eyes turned red.

She was struggling and screaming hoarsely. Her voice was full of sorrow and dreariness. Timothy held her in his arms tightly, saying, 'Yolanda, no need to be afraid, I’m here.'

'Timothy.' Yolanda muffled her crying voice, clenching his chest with hands, saying, 'My mom died......'