Waylon Lewis felt a hint of bitterness in his heart.
"Rest for now," Waylon Lewis said softly, comforting her.
Hope Williams' brow furrowed with worry, looking at Waylon Lewis, "Don't you believe me?"
"How can we be sure it wasn't him?" Waylon Lewis sighed deeply, looking at her and asking.
He had investigated that year's incident; only Liam Cloud and his subordinate, Wesley Ruiz, were at the scene. He had his people search everyone, but only found the gun, the murder weapon, on Liam Cloud.
So, who else could it be but him? He was temperamental and ruthless in his actions, heartlessly killing people—everyone avoided him as a highly dangerous individual.
Moreover, he had shown up uninvited; all the evidence pointed to him. What reason could there be to believe in him?
Seeing that he didn't believe her, Hope Williams struggled to sit up urgently.
Waylon Lewis quickly supported her shoulders, "Don't move, be careful with your wound."