Chapter 88 Hating Myself for Being Powerless

Jonathan didn't mention any names, but Cheryl knew exactly who he was talking about.

Did she hate them?

The corner of Cheryl's lips curved into a slight smile.

"Yeah, I hate them."

Her voice was soft.

It wasn't a raw, screaming accusation, or a curse spat through gritted teeth.

It was the kin...

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