"Have a good look? Do you need me to give you a magnifying glass?" Candice asked weakly.
Anna Jadwin bit her lip. Candice's confidence means the wound must be real.
Her face was already swollen. Why not play along with the whole act?
As expected, Candice rolled up her sleeve and showed the bruises covering her delicate white skin...
"Young Miss, do you actually enjoy self-mutilation for no reason?"
Anna Jadwin bluntly pointed it out, her heart full of ridicule. This is what you call professional acting. What about her... child's play?
Compared to her, Candice was much harder on herself!
Candice laughed sadly, "Me? Self-mutilate? Bashing my own head and swelling my face, just to frame you for such a trivial matter..."
It didn't seem plausible, and Anna Jadwin wondered how Candice could be so cruel to herself.
Candice closed her eyes; she was playing the sympathy card to regain her position in the family. All three Bailey men were now on Anna Jadwin's side.
