Chapter 46 All Illusions

High noon with great sunlight.
Sandra was lying in bed, book in hand, and sometimes bite some snacks.
Recent days, whenever Clinton had intercourse with her, he would like to spoil her with all kinds of snacks or satisfy her with any needs on the second day.
Which made her a bit annoyed, because she wasn't sure if she should tell him that she enjoyed the intercourse with him too.
She smiled with her eyes narrowed, which was so appealing against her fair skill.
Yeah, if he behaved well tonight, I would confess.
When she was thinking to herself, a nervous voice sounded outside.
"Ms. Lee, Sir said you should go in..."
A quite sweet voice with mean tone sounded immediately.
"Now you are all loyal to your master? If I tell your master how you treated the woman inside?"
"Er..."
"I just want to have a look, for doing anything. If you continue to stop me, then I would change my mind."
A silence outside.
Afterward, the door lock made some noise and the door was open.
The white skirt debuted first and then following the skirt, Sandra saw a woman swaying towards her with a plate of fruits on her hands.
She stood up immediately with forehead frowned.
She didn't see that woman often but because she knew she was some woman Clinton supported, so that it made her upset every time when she saw her.
But Clinton told her again and again that they had no affairs.
When Sandra was thinking of the past in a daze, the woman put the plate on the table and sneered at her.
"I never thought you would become a retarded. Sandra, I don't know if I should be happy or pity for it."
Obviously, she was mocking at her.
Her forehead was frowned deeper. She didn't like that woman.
But she shook her head and explained seriously.
"Clinton said I wasn't retarded; it should be called innocent."
"HaHa..."
Charlize smiled with her hands on her mouth, impolitely, which made Sandra more puzzled.
After laughter, she seated herself somewhere by herself.
"Are you happy with the eyes donated by your brother?"
She asked straightly with waiting for her answer.
"It seems you are very satisfied with it, after all, you are such an "innocent "person. However, your brother had a short life. If he knew you even could remember him, he wouldn't be happy as a ghost..."
Charlize had her mouth open and close to utter the most ruthless words, while checking Sandra's expression.
Her eyes were like the fluttering tongue of the snake, hissed around her skin.
Sandra was panicking for being inspected so closely and her head was aching numbly. She pointed at outside instinctively.
"Please get out. You are not welcome here."
She didn't want to see her and also her hunch told her if she didn't leave, something would go out of control.
Charlize took a mobile phone out of her purse as if she didn't hear her, and got the picture while walking towards her.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember John, but you must remember this..."
Sandra told her not to look at her.
But her eyes followed her hand to look at the screen.
There was a photo on the screen.
A photo of a dead person.
A man lying in the fridge in the morgue, handsome and pale face.
He was lying there quietly as if he was asleep.
But Sandra felt sad suddenly.
Because she knew that man was dead, who wouldn't smile at her, patting her head to say, "Sandra is a good girl."
Who was he? Who?
Her expression turned from dazed to frightening in a minute, and then devastated.
A long-restrained cry burst out finally.
"Brother..."