No.
Impossible!
Because she had personally sabotaged the surveillance at Edward Thompson's home.
How could a broken surveillance camera capture any compelling evidence?
If it had really captured something, Ling would have probably shown her the surveillance footage by now and confronted her, instead of scaring her with these words.
"I haven't been there and I haven't been there, why do you insist that I have?" Saying this, Sylvia Thompson stood up from her chair, "I want to see my little brother! I want to talk to him face to face and clarify why he made up these things! He is the little brother I trust the most and one of the few relatives in this world I can trust! Why, why would he do this to me?"
In the end, Sylvia cried uncontrollably.
She knew very well that when it was time to cry, she should cry, and when it was time to be afraid, she should be afraid.
After all.
She was only eighteen years old this year.
Ling looked at Sylvia with a complex expression in her eyes.
