Delia Frieman frowned deeply, staring at the images on the monitor.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that her sister could say those words.
She seemed like two different people in front and behind.
Delia forced herself to calm down, continuing to watch the surveillance footage.
It's an illusion.
It must be an illusion.
Rachel Barton wouldn't treat her like this.
She definitely wouldn't.
Delia clenched her fist.
The private room next door.
Noah Reed looked up at Rachel, "I love my sister, and I trust her. So, no matter what you say, I will not believe you."
"I know you love her, but what you love is not the real her." Rachel responded calmly, "Do you know about her past? Do you even know her present?"
What is love?
Love is built on complete mutual understanding, without deception and concealment.
But what about Delia?
Delia not only has an unspeakable past but also an ignominious present.
Noah loves her.