“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…”

now!” With a loud thud, Abel planted the dagger into the table. Just as Evelyn smacked her forehead against the wall. Blood

innocent, Mr.

piece, Evelyn

do we do now, sir?”

if

He then replied, “No, sir. She merely

her to the hospital. She’s crazy.”

her last-ditch effort? You almost

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

“Yes, sir!”

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

Waylon and Mr. Benjamin are

in.” Abel rubbed his temple. He

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