“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…”
“Come clean now!” With a loud thud, Abel planted the dagger into the table. Just as Evelyn smacked her forehead against the wall. Blood streamed down her face.
“I am innocent, Mr. Abel…”
After saying her piece, Evelyn passed out.
“What do we do now, sir?” asked Luca.
“Dammit. Check if she’s still breathing.”
Luca knelt and felt Evelyn’s nose. He then replied, “No, sir. She merely lost consciousness.”
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