Fristy Davis's tears fell as she shook her head and said, "Uncle... I don't want to either. I want to live, but... there's no other way. Only in death can I prove my innocence..."
The Old Man sighed deeply and sat on the side of the bed, "Even if it's really to prove your innocence, you shouldn't use this foolish method. Once you are really dead, that's when you truly have nothing."
Fristy Davis sobbed, "Uncle, do you believe me? I really didn't do anything. I'm not afraid of death; how could I possibly harm Scarlett Glenn? She's just a child, and at my age, I have everything. Why would I need to quarrel with her?"
The Old Man looked pensive, "I haven't spent much time with the child Scarlett Glenn, so I really can't say much about her. But you, I've watched you grow up. How could I not believe in your character? I know there must be some misunderstanding. I've already spoken to Miles Martin."
