"Don't try to fool me with such words."
Tristan smiled faintly, his lips forming a shallow curve.
"I found out what happened last night; it was Elara Joyce's doing."
"She wanted to kill two birds with one stone, framing you while dragging your uncle down with her."
"She even deliberately took medicine and delivered herself to the door."
Vivian Sinclair's face turned pale, her fingertips slightly chilled.
So... uncle and her...
But then she thought, it was normal to receive a call on that snowy night.
After all, they had been in a relationship, something happening wasn't strange.
She should have understood earlier, shouldn't she?
But she really didn't expect Elara Joyce to be so ruthless.
To even go as far as self-harm with such determination.
She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, her throat tightening, and she asked, eyes lifted, "Then this box... what's its relation to this matter?"
Tristan lazily leaned against the back of the chair, his tone slow.
