"Christopher Robinson killed Evelyn Cobb, you know that, right?"
"So what if he did? What does Translator Wood want to say? Amelia Cobb is not Evelyn Cobb, and Evelyn Cobb is not Amelia Cobb. Or do you want to drag everyone down with you?"
As Isaac Fenton's voice came through the receiver, the fruit knife in Amelia's hand froze in place.
So what?
It's nothing, just another life that doesn't concern her.
Swirling emotions eventually turn into a laughing matter.
In the master bedroom on the second floor, Christopher woke up and got up to search for Amelia's figure, heading towards the dining room on the first floor.
Seeing Amelia sitting at the dining table, a recording pen was placed in front of her.
In an instant, the man felt half-sober.
"What are you doing here?"
Amelia looked up at Christopher, remaining silent for a few seconds before pressing the play button on the recording pen.