"Since Uncle remembers that little boy, he should also remember that the little boy didn't like to speak and never even told you his name."
Charles White saw that Chester Yale didn't believe him and suddenly spoke up.
"So what? I just said that Molly knows all these things, and so does anyone from the Yale family who interacted with that little boy back then."
Chester Yale picked up the water cup in front of him and looked into Charles White's calm dark eyes, feeling a bit uneasy inside.
Why did he feel like the situation wasn't looking good for him?
Something was off...
Could it be that this damn kid with the last name White is really the little boy from back then?
This is unbelievable...
"But there's one thing only Aunt knows." Charles White slowly opened his lips.
"What do you mean?" Chester Yale was taken aback, furrowing his brows.
Why bring Evelyn Sherman into this?
Wouldn't a liar want to mention as few people as possible?
