Chapter 332 The Murderer
- January sat in a wicker chair in the consultation room, twirling a rosary in her hands. Jerry, cradling a thermos in his arms, looked around anxiously.
- When Meredith finally appeared, Jerry rushed over and thrust the thermos at her. "Pretty Lady, eat. Eat. I made gnocchi for you. Eat."
- "No, thank you," Meredith said, glancing at the thermos but not taking it.