"Um?"
"The police didn't come to me. Is that because of you?"
"Let me check if you're injured first." Lincoln hadn't finished checking.
"Lincoln, answer me first!"
"Yes."
Lincoln gave her a positive answer, but his gaze didn't even pause on her slender arms and legs as he checked her hurts.
"I submitted your alibi to the police."
"The incident happened last night, and at that time, you were in my car, claiming that I stole your wine."
"The driving recorder records everything."
Zayla finally realized what was going on. "So, you gave all the records about last night to the police?"
"Yes." Lincoln nodded.
Zayla didn't know how to react.
The evidence handed over to the police couldn't be tampered with. So he couldn't cut or change a single frame or a word of dialogue.