Chapter 397
Jimmy took in a sharp breath. "Now that Dexter is already dead for some time..."
Sophia coldly glanced over at him. He stopped talking and went to hide in the corner.
Carol remained silent, only sparing her a glance once.
Sophia sat on the ground unmoving, quietly closing her eyes.
"We’re done for good. None of us can escape now," Jimmy said after a while, figuring that he must have lost his mind to have believed in her words.
"She wouldn’t have come without having absolute certainty. She has been gambling the moment she stepped onto this cargo ship," Carol said, her voice low as she indicated for him to keep quiet. "You’d better keep your mouth shut for now. We’ll definitely be done for good if you make her angry."
She knew all too well what Sophia was like. Back in the orphanage, she would stab someone with a knife if she got unhappy.
Jimmy felt chills running down his back and decided to leave it to fate. He closed his eyes and stopped talking. Sophia sat in her corner quietly, wanting to recharge as she felt too lethargic. "Are you still there?"
She had a dream that night. She dreamt of falling into darkness and constantly calling for Dexter to get his response.
Yet he never gave her one.
"Dexter!"