Samuel Smith stared blankly at Matilda Murphy as the words left her lips in a woman's voice.
He jumped in surprise: "You, you're Franklin Clegg's female assistant?"
"That's right, it's me." Matilda instantly reverted to her icy demeanor.
"You're a man?" Samuel was shocked and surprised. "Why are you….."
"Why?" Matilda glared coldly at him, "Isn't it me who should be asking the questions here? Samuel Smith, I ask you, 23 years ago, did you poison a cup of coffee, which led to the death of your uncle?"
Samuel froze for a moment before turning completely pale.
"It's you!" The shock in his eyes was beyond words. "You're...you're alive!"
"You finally remember," Matilda's soft voice carried a bone-chilling cold. "Come, tell me how you recognized me?"
"You," Samuel's words were tinged with panic, "you look just like your mother."
"My mother?" Matilda's tone went up a notch, "You mean, you should've called her aunt? My dear cousin, you finally recognized me."
