However, before Estelle could eat it, the police came and took her to the police station for questioning.

In the interrogation room of the police station, the bright white light was dazzling.

Estelle felt bitter at the thought that she would never see Mrs. Moorsum again.

Mrs. Moorsum is dead, and I will also die soon. The story of my life is full of tragedy. Why is God so cruel to me?

The fire of hope that had just been ignited in her heart was extinguished.

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