บท 144: The Real Culprit

Evelyn's eyes widened in horror. Laila was dead? And she had murdered her? As absurd as it sounded, the serious look on the officer's face suggested he wasn't joking. Even Zevian couldn't comprehend what was happening. How could Evelyn, who hadn't been in Vespera for the last 11 days, be implicated? It had to be either a massive misunderstanding or yet another plot against her.

While everyone in the Igor family was equally confused, Margaret felt her mind spinning from the news. Annabelle… No, Laila… Her granddaughter was dead. She felt her body tremble as she gripped the nearby couch for support. Carson, who was with them all along, quickly stepped forward to help his Madam sit.

"Is… is she the one?" Margaret asked in Italian, her voice trembling as tears brimmed in her eyes. Carson nodded with a heavy sigh. Unable to process it, she turned to her grandson. "Ronan, is this Annabelle our Laila?" she whispered, yet everyone in the room heard it.