Seeing Eleanor and Patrick staring at her with ill intent, Emma's expression faltered involuntarily.
"Hello, I am Charles's sister," Eleanor said, her voice cold and her lips barely moving.
Emma's eyes widened at the mention of Charles's name, and a mix of complex emotions flickered across her face—resentment, indifference, and even a hint of subtle loneliness.
Eleanor, ever wise, didn't miss any of it.
"Can we have a chat?" Eleanor asked without delay.
Emma's face turned icy as she cast her eyes downward and refused, "I know what you're after. I don't think we have anything to discuss."
Eleanor narrowed her eyes slightly. "Just a conversation, to uncover the truth."
Emma responded with a cold laugh, her large eyes filled with mockery and disdain. "The facts are clear. The evidence is there. It's Charles who refuses to admit his guilt. There's nothing I can do about that."