"My handwriting? What handwriting? What are you talking about? I can't understand." Gillian Thompson's face was wreathed in smiles, but her mind was racing with a thousand thoughts.
Apart from Isabelle Richardson, no one should know about her involvement, unless...
In a flash, she thought of Amanda Leaford.
Last time, only Amanda had overheard her conversation with someone else.
These days in the hospital, she had no idea what had happened at home.
Could Amanda have said something?
Gillian's heart pounded wildly.
Seeing the evasive look in Gillian's eyes, Molly Walker chuckled coldly.
She had no evidence, her suspicion was just a hunch.
Gillian blinked and looked upward unconsciously as she spoke, psychologically indicative of lying.
Molly bent down to look her in the eye, her smile radiant.
Her red lips parted slightly, her voice soft and pleasing, "It's good that you don't understand. I'd be afraid if you did."
