A few days later.

Karlina's birthday party.

Bertha was tying Shane's tie, her delicate eyelashes furrowed. "The weather is getting colder, and I don't want you to attend Vontroe's house party this time."

Shane caught her finger. “It's because this is not a simple party that I have to go to.”

If Bertha wanted to kill someone, he would give her a knife.

If Bertha wanted to cause trouble, he would stir up the puddle of Vontroe's house.

Bertha said nothing, her face was serious, and ...