"Summer didn't commit suicide. She was killed." Tristan's seriousness stopped her from laughing.
With that firm and fierce stare, Gale paced one step closer to Tristan. She glared at him and smirked. "Are you accusing me, huh, fake Trish?"
Amber felt the arising tension between the two, so before anything bad would happen, she intervened in their conversation.
"We're not accusing you, Gale. I apologize if it sounded like that to you." Amber gently grabbed Tristan's arm and slightly pulled him away from Gale.
"It's just that, you were the only one who could be that suspicious visitor. Among the consumers who bought the hoodie, you were the closest to Summer and possibly holding a grudge against her which resulted in harming her."
Gale sneered. "Same thing. You're really accusing me. You know, I can sue you for this. You didn't even bring any evidence to prove your stupid supposition!"
