"It seems like you really hate him." Stella Edwards suddenly said.
Charlotte Lane looked at Stella Edwards for a while, then lowered her gaze and asked back, "Don't you?"
"Me?" Stella Edwards fell silent for a good while before she whispered, "I hate and fear him."
As Stella finished speaking, her hand gripped the quilt, and tears fell from her eyes once again.
Charlotte Lane handed her a couple of tissue paper.
When Stella's emotions had stabilized somewhat, Charlotte asked, "Do you still remember what he looks like?"
With her eyes red, Stella Edwards looked at Charlotte Lane: "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember his appearance now?" Charlotte Lane didn't explain further but asked again.
Seeing that Charlotte didn't want to say more, Stella Edwards nodded her head and replied, "I do."
"Can you have a portrait painter come and paint him?" Charlotte Lane asked.
Stella Edwards nodded her head, slightly stunned.