His face was cold, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.
He had clearly noticed something as well.
Yvonne Young snatched the mouse from the security guard and replayed the footage, saying, "Listen carefully to the child's cry. When Assistant Price picks her up, her cry suddenly becomes sharp, as if she was hurt at that moment."
Without her pointing it out, Lana Price wouldn't have noticed.
Lana glared at Yvonne and asked nervously, "Ms. Young, what do you mean by that?"
She deliberately puffed out her chest and struck a forthright pose, "Would I hurt Sienna?"
Yvonne Young smiled without answering her directly, looking down at her hand, "Can I take a look at your fingernails?"
Lana showed her hand without fear, "What's wrong with my nails?"
A smug smile formed on the corner of her mouth.
Lana Price's fingernails were clean.
But Yvonne Young could tell at a glance that they had just been cut, "Assistant Price, your nails are cut nicely, but…"
