“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…”

table. Just as Evelyn smacked her forehead against the wall.

am innocent,

piece, Evelyn passed

do we do

Check if

and felt Evelyn’s nose. He then replied, “No, sir.

She’s

it her last-ditch effort? You

her to the hospital. She can’t die

“Yes, sir!”

around ten minutes, Evelyn was admitted to a hospital. Since it was already dark, Abel 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 now, she

Abel, Mr. Waylon and Mr.

them in.” Abel rubbed

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