“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…”

thud, Abel planted the dagger into the table. Just as Evelyn smacked her forehead against the wall. Blood streamed

innocent, Mr.

piece, Evelyn passed

do we do now,

Check if she’s still

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

the hospital. She’s

effort? You almost made her confess,” commented

not over yet. Bring her to the hospital. She can’t

“Yes, sir!”

Why would he be in the mood of eating? He was supposed to marry Emmeline tomorrow. But now, she was missing. For once in

Waylon and Mr.

them in.” Abel rubbed his

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