She didn't feel wronged.
She never thought she was aggrieved.
But her sister's death, like a giant boulder, weighed heavily on her heart, making her restless day and night.
Reginald Bates' breakdown and unintentional blame made Eve Thompson understand.
The truth was just that.
Everyone knew that Iris Thompson's death wasn't her fault, but fate...
But how could one not blame her?
Eve Thompson bitterly smiled, took two steps forward, and her phone rang again. She answered it, and the voice of the man from the police station who had just called her came through, "Mr. Thompson, Captain Bates didn't do it on purpose...his emotions had reached an extreme. When you left just now, he froze in shock, feeling that those words must not have come from him...he's going to sleep now. To maintain his sanity, thank you for coming over."
Eve Thompson lightly responded "Mm, that's good."
After hanging up the phone, she lowered her head.
Reginald Bates didn't do it on purpose.
