"..." The housekeeper was stunned, remembering that the young lady had indeed been kind to him in the past.
So, he obediently stepped aside.
Eva Nightingale walked into the mansion.
After months of absence, it was still the same, most things unchanged, and the flowers she had personally planted were still blooming in the garden.
Her attire was too luxurious, immediately drawing the attention of the aunts gathered around.
Filled with envy and jealousy, they sneered, "Tsk, tsk, I wondered who it was! Turns out to be the murderer!"
"Now that you've gotten our parents killed, are you satisfied? All the inheritance goes to someone tsk tsk!"
Eva didn't understand, "What on earth is going on?" Why was everyone cursing her?
"Still pretending! Wasn't it you who stirred up the scandal that night? Violet Hargrove went to find you, and as a result, she got into a car accident that very night! She became a vegetable... what's the difference from being dead?"
