Even if Aria had done it, Gideon could smooth things over if she would just soften her stance.
Aria didn't answer Gideon's question and continued, "Three years ago, when you married me, everyone said I drugged you. Now, I've found the culprit."
Her gaze fell on Harold.
Harold's face changed instantly. He shot up in disbelief, then winced in pain. "Aria! Are you trying to frame me?!"
"I haven't even named the culprit yet. Why are you so quick to get defensive?"
He had just handed them a confession on a silver platter.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze in an instant.
Gideon's hand clenched around the papers.
Before, whether it was Aria or Aldous Evernight who said it, he had deceived himself into believing it was all lies.
But Harold's inadvertent confession was solid proof.
He had truly, deeply wronged Aria for so long.
"The glass of water you handed me today, and the glass of water Gideon was drugged with three years ago—they contained the same drug. I remember you attended that banquet too, didn't you?"
"And I'm certain you still have traces of that drug on you!"
"I can vouch for that," Raphael interjected at the right moment. "After Aria noticed something was wrong with the water from Harold, she asked me to have someone run tests on it. This was before Lilith's attack, which is why the two of us were meeting."
Gideon clenched his fists.
Aria hadn't come to him first. She had gone to Raphael, a practical stranger to her!
So that was the truth behind what happened three years ago?
Charles stared at Aria. She was so thin, standing there so lightly, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
For these three years, everyone, including him, had believed she was a gold-digger who had drugged her way into the family.
"What proof do you have that I was the one who drugged him? This is slander!"


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