Lewis Sinclair had never met anyone more shameless than this evil woman! What she did to his late wife didn't deserve prison as punishment but heavenly retribution.
Jessica's cries, which sounded so fake, made Lewis Sinclair's blood boil even more. He couldn't stay in this room for too long, or for the first time, he might take someone's life.
He had a strong urge to give a powerful slap to this shameless woman, but he resisted.
"Why are you so evil? Even though I've been very good to you. I accepted you as part of my family despite your lowly background. We never saw you differently. But how did you repay me? You became the mastermind responsible for my wife's death. Why did you do that, Jessica? Why?"
"Father, I'm not—" Jessica's voice was lost between her sobs.
"Stop lying! Why did you do it, Jessica? Tell me! Why did you hate my wife enough to poison her and kill her slowly? How could you even think of such a thing?"
