"I don't think Mrs. Jones is that kind of person. She gave me a good impression before; with the old man harboring no grudge against her, even if she did hit someone, she's wealthy enough to compensate. There's simply no need for hit-and-run."
"Besides, unless she was prepared to hit someone and flee beforehand, why else would she drive a shabby car? It's all for concealment, isn't it?"
"..."
At this moment, inside a rental room, a woman wearing simple and cheap house clothes sat on the sofa, watching the online debates.
She had thought that once the video appeared, there would be a one-sided condemnation against Elly Campbell.
To her surprise, there were actually people analyzing the suspicious aspects of the video, and many agreed with them.
"Outrageous!"
The woman, infuriated, flung her phone to the ground, cursed softly, and after a long pause, she laughed again.
"Even so, what can you do about it? If Elly Campbell has the guts, let her prove that the video is fake."
