Chapter 332 Who Am I to Collect Your Body—Then Who Is?

Martin turned around, his face dark with fury, glaring at Victoria. "Victoria, is death the only thing you can talk about?"

"Forget it. I thought about it — you're not worthy of burying me. Don't show your face in front of me again." Victoria gripped the cold metal bed rail, her knuckles white. Th...

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