At this thought, Hank Clegg stood up and faced Rosalind Wood, who was pretending to be helpless and pitiful. He said, "Miss Rosalind Wood, we seem to have a clear case of Rashomon Effect in today's matter. You've been emphasising that you have evidence against me. I now want you to present it, to prove that the person you were with that night was indeed me. If you can't do proof, I'm afraid I can't grant your wish and marry you."
Rosalind Wood immediately lifted her head, her eyes shining. "What if I can prove that the person that night was you?" she asked.
Both families, the Woods and the Cleggs, all held their breaths, looking at Hank Clegg, waiting for his response.
If there's no proof, there will be no wedding. But if there is a proof, should he bring her in with drums and gongs?
Victoria, standing on one side, could not help but clench her heart. If Hank Clegg really did keep the appointment that night, would he really marry Rosalind Wood?
