Now, who are these theatrics for?
"Miss, here's the video of the day Mr. Frost went diving with the young master, along with testimonies about his childhood that we've gathered."
Seeing the evidence, I was momentarily stunned.
Had she really gone to investigate?
"Wylie, you bitch!"
"I'll make you join Alec in the grave!"
Vivienne's nails scratched marks into the table, her fingertips bleeding from the force.
"Vivienne, don't be sad anymore. Please, try to find peace."
"I never expected that mute to betray us like this!"
"It's such a shame, though. To think that mute had a mental illness."
Wylie suddenly entered the room, snapping Vivienne out of her rage.
"How dare he... I'll make him suffer..."
"It's alright, Vivienne. I'm here."
"I'll take good care of you, just like Alec would have wanted."
Wylie wiped away the tears from the corners of Vivienne's eyes, gently pulling her into an embrace.