Aurora Blaine wasn't on the same page as Cynthia Frost. "We'll talk about this when we get back."
"There's no going back," Cynthia replied. "She's right, the one who hurt you was me."
Aurora Blaine's fists clenched tighter and tighter.
She felt like she couldn't breathe, the pressure was intense.
Aurora Blaine spoke with no emotion, just four simple words, "Cynthia, come over here."
Rosalind Thorne stood two meters opposite Aurora Blaine, with Cynthia Frost positioned between them.
Now, Aurora Blaine didn't mention anything, she only wanted Cynthia to make a choice.
If Cynthia Frost stood by her, she would forgive and forget.
Rosalind Thorne crossed her arms, "So sentimental?"
On the surface, Cynthia Frost was on a mission, but that day when the Northern and Southern Divisions were in chaos, she was the one who lit the fuse.
Initially, it was expected that the two divisions would fight, but Aurora Blaine had resolved it.
