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These conversations fully confirmed the words of the person who came to her for a conversation. The guilt could not open up to Arthur, the time was gone, and the words not spoken in time were in the past. Now Vina saw everything with her own eyes. These words turned out to be true, and she made a great effort to keep her outward calm. – Who is he talking about? She thought. And trying not to annoy him even more, the girl sat quietly under the blanket and was afraid to look into her lover’s eyes.

– I would not be surprised if this girl runs away from the other world. She even ran away from the morgue. Vina began to understand that the conversation was about the Sultan, and waited for confirmation of these words. Vina, who had never seen Sultana, initially considered her rival. Now she understood how difficult it was for Sultana, but the feelings she felt for Arthur were stronger than her mind, and they covered all his crimes. She did not care who he was. A murderer or a thief. Alternatively, even the devil himself. The fault was entirely on his side, and whatever happened, she decided to go with him to the end. – I know what to do. Get my plane ready, we are flying to Pax. I will not leave you for long. Arthur turned to Vina with all the tenderness that he practically did not have. Still, he tried his best to be as courteous to her as possible.