“Mr. Abel, please,” implored Evelyn. “I never left the mansion. And I cut myself when I was cooking one time.”

“Stop lying or you’ll end up like Alana,” Abel hollered.

“Look.” Evelyn stretched her arm out. “Look at my wound here. I cut myself so I didn’t leave the mansion at all.”

“So?” Abel wasn’t interested in Evelyn’s wound. “You don’t need to leave the mansion to give instructions to Darrell.”

Evelyn shut up. The more she lied, the more likely she slipped up. She had to come up with another idea quickly.

“You don’t trust me, Mr. Abel?”

“I never trust you.”

“I did not harm Emmeline. I’ll prove my innocence with death if I must.”

“Enough!”

“Mr. Abel…”

the dagger into the table. Just as Evelyn smacked

am innocent,

her piece, Evelyn

do now,

if she’s still

Evelyn’s nose. He then replied, “No, sir. She merely lost

her to the hospital. She’s crazy.” Abel gritted his

last-ditch effort? You almost made her confess,”

to the hospital. She can’t die

“Yes, sir!”

decided to return to The Precipice, which felt quite empty without Kendra, Quincy, and Emmeline. Luca ordered some food for Abel but the latter didn’t have any appetite. Why would he be in the mood of eating? He was supposed to marry Emmeline tomorrow. But

Abel, Mr. Waylon and Mr. Benjamin

rubbed his temple. He felt

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