Emma Winton glanced at the cleaner, "Are you sure it's me?"
Emma's voice carried a hint of threat, and the cleaner instinctively stepped back a bit. Joseph Sanders raised his hand to support the cleaner auntie, "It's okay, don't be afraid of her, just say what you know."
The cleaner auntie pursed her lips and seemed to gain some confidence, "I'm sure, the people I saw were definitely the two of you."
"Now it seems all it takes to slander someone is mere words."
Emma shook her head with a bitter smile, "I didn't do any of the things you just mentioned, and I don't know why you're accusing me. Are you targeting me just because you can't find the real culprit who hurt Zoey Sanders?"
"Wyatt Lewis, you've always liked to suspect me with malice, and you're doing it again now. If you hate me, just say so, why go through all this?"
"If you truly haven't done it, why did they track it back to you?" Aria Richardson walked in with two police officers.
