The pain stimulation through dry needling did not last long. After a few minutes, Violet climbed up from the ground. Clusters of snow were stuck on her face as she looked at Rosalie in fear.

“Violet, if you don’t want to experience this pain again, you’d better be honest. How did you poison my mother back then?”

Rosalie was still burning in anger deep down as she glared at Violet.

At the same time, Byron had turned on the recorder.

Violet sat on the ground as she said, “Rosalie, I didn't do