Liam Jennings made no secret of his malice and dissatisfaction.
"She is me! Why would I ever let her go?"
Nathan Peyton frowned. "She isn't you."
Those four cold words hit Liam like a heavy sledgehammer, smashing into his delusions.
But Liam refused to wake up.
"She is!"
"She went behind my back, hooking up with other guys, fighting with me every single day over those men!"
"She complained that I didn't earn enough, that I couldn't afford the things she wanted! She's a bitch! A whore! A slut!"
Liam shrieked hysterically, as if trying to pile every derogatory word in existence onto Evelyn Tate's name.
Separated by a wall of glass, the members of the Special Task Force watched with complicated expressions.
"Is he completely out of his mind?"
According to their investigation, the "Evelyn" who had been frequently going out, socializing, and almost becoming a homewrecker was actually him in disguise!
Nora Hayes's discovery regarding the detail of Evelyn's thumb had become the crucial evidence needed to crack the case.
It was precisely because of that small detail that they were able to easily distinguish between the two Evelyns.
Or rather, it allowed them to definitively identify Liam.
After Liam discovered the sick thrill of impersonating Evelyn, he had locked the real Evelyn inside the apartment.
The rumors that Evelyn had cut ties with her parents and grown increasingly cold were simply because she had been completely cut off from the outside world.
Yet, the other rumors were entirely true.
It was just that the gold-digger who was juggling multiple men wasn't Evelyn at all—it was Liam.
Wasn't his current tirade against "Evelyn" just a twisted projection of his own actions?
"Would someone in their right mind do something like this?"
The atmosphere in the observation room thickened for a moment.
Then, as if by silent agreement, everyone quieted down.


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