She had just clearly seen Carl Eliot bump into Jared Hughes's hand.
Jared Hughes's eyes were full of laughter, "Really."
As Betsy Russell was about to say something, Jared Hughes's hand touched her head, and he whispered, "Don't look at me like that; it makes me want to commit a crime!"
Betsy Russell's ears turned uncontrollably red. Since Jared Hughes was still in the mood to joke, it meant that Carl Eliot hadn't hit his hand just now.
"Alright, let's go back," Jared Hughes said, and calmly took Betsy Russell's hand.
Betsy Russell nodded.
Now that Jared Hughes had appeared at the dinner party, if anyone still said that he had been killed in the accident, she would definitely accuse them of spreading rumors.
As Betsy Russell got into the car, a thought flashed through her mind, and she belatedly asked, "Was Carl Eliot hit by Sir Eliot?"
"Yep."
Jared Hughes casually replied while fastening his seatbelt.
