Ethan Hopkins didn't say it aloud, but he felt nothing but disdain for Gillian Thompson's panic.
The crime was hers, and it was she who had killed the person; whether or not she was believed was irrelevant, for she was already branded a murderer.
However, had it not been for Gillian's actions, even he would not have had the heart to be so ruthless.
Since Gillian had become a murderer, he certainly couldn't cover up for her.
With that thought, a glint of coldness flashed through Ethan's eyes as he pulled out something palm-sized from his pocket and handed it to her.
The moment Gillian grasped the object, it sent a shiver through her whole body.
The cold touch made her heart squeeze.
"This is..."
"Keep it, for self-defense," Ethan whispered, and before Gillian could even respond, he leaned in to whisper a few more words.
Gillian turned deathly pale.
Just then, Christine Lumanta's voice grew louder from outside.
"Gillian Thompson, I know you're in here! Come out!"