Aron sighed, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to understand her perspective. "But why do you think so? All the signs point to the second aunt. She was cunning, strategic... I mean, when I interrogated the bodyguards, they all said the orders came from her. They might not have seen her face directly, but the number they contacted traced back to her. And about access to your mother-in-law's house—she bribed our bodyguards, handpicked by us. So why is it impossible to think she could have pulled the same trick there, too?"
Esme's eyes softened a bit, acknowledging Aron's points before responding. She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts. "No, Aron," she started slowly, choosing her words with care. "You've got something wrong here, something subtle but crucial."
