Third Person's POVChristine sat by the bed. Today, she had retracted her sharp aura, ensuring the room didn't feel so suffocating.At first, she said nothing. Her eyes, which had seen through the world's many masks, simply watched Gloria.Watching her frantically wipe away tears, Christine was like a patient hunter waiting for her prey to exhaust its final bit of strength.After a while, when Gloria's sobs subsided into a suppressed whimper, Christine finally spoke.Her voice wasn't heavy, but every word struck Gloria's fragile nerves with clinical precision."Gloria, look at me."She paused, then continued, without rage or shouting, as if stating a simple fact."Perhaps, in your heart, you didn't consciously plot to drive her to her death. But make no mistake—you were indeed hunting her down like prey."Gloria wanted to protest, but her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, rendering her silent.Christine gave her no room to breathe."Tamara had no money, and that is exactl
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