"You heard that, right?" Kris Cooper reached over and hung up the phone, then smiled at Vera Wave, "I didn't make that up, did I?"
Vera pursed her lips, "But you talked just now. He's your friend, so of course he'd help you."
She had long forgotten the events of six years ago. Kenton Maverick's hesitation just now inevitably aroused her suspicion.
Kris Cooper really wanted to bash his head against the phone; a single misstep brings everlasting regret. He was afraid of letting her know the secret back then, so he had specifically instructed those two, and now it had turned into a pit he dug for himself.
"I have my reasons for doing this."
"What reasons?"
"The reason is..."
Halfway through speaking, Kris Cooper stopped again. Should he tell her what happened?
No, the truth is too cruel. He can't tell her!
While he was pondering how to explain, Vera spoke again.
"Can I… can I call Brother Andre to ask?"
