chapter 825 confide in one's heart

The room was engulfed in a deathly silence.
With slightly reddened eyes, Isabella stared fixedly at Michael.
Michael stood motionless in front of the refrigerator, holding a head of cabbage, resembling a statue.
The atmosphere was particularly oppressive.
It felt like even the slightest sound, like a pin dropping, would trigger thunderous echoes.
After a while, Michael spoke up.
"From your perspective, do you think I would save you?"
"I don't know." Isabella hesitated for a moment,...