"Why can't I seek justice for the dead? If it wasn't for your constant delays, Evelyn and I would have been married long ago. She said long before that she would step back from the front line after we got married. If it wasn't for your delays, this wouldn't have happened to her."
"Father, is the reason you keep stopping me from seeking the truth because you are somehow involved in Evelyn's death?"
Henry Wood was filled with doubt. When he investigated the matter, he discovered that it involved not just Christopher Robinson but many intricate relationships and familiar faces behind the scenes.
He dared not think too deeply about it—many things were too terrifying to ponder upon.
But not thinking about it did not mean he didn't have his suspicions.
For a moment, the sound of a shattered glass filled the living room. The glass in Maya Renee's hand suddenly fell apart, and the fragments crashed to the floor.
