Chapter 147 The Closest Strangers

Silvia seemed to soften up after Violet apologized.

"A Walker bastard left this behind," she said coldly.

"A Walker bastard?" Violet's eyes widened, and her fists clenched tight. "Who?"

The only people Violet knew to have Walker as their last names were Carl and Lucy. Chill crept up her back. She felt worse when she thought of Lucy's death.

Silvia took in the tiny changes in Violet's expression.

She smiled and scoffed, "Don't make wild guesses. He was just a bastard who worked for Carl. He helped Carl move the near-dying Whitney to the crocodile pond."

Violet couldn't help but say, "But … Whitney wasn't at the crocodile pond."

She still had vivid memories of her journey to the crocodile pond. The bloody pond indeed had human blood.

But didn't Reed tell her that Whitney wasn't there?

Besides, Violet had gone to the pond herself and was in close contact with the crocodiles. She was sure that Whitney had not been sent there.

"She's indeed not at the crocodile pond. She's at a pl