Chapter 338 Is He Gay

• I felt a little confused. No evidence? Rebecca was right—my fingerprints were on the fruit knife itself, and any forensics department worth their salt would know immediately that I was the perpetrator.
• I couldn't help but suspect that Ashton was hiding something from me. “Did you have something to do with Mrs. Eriksen's sudden appearance yesterday?”
• It was quite obvious that Mrs. Eriksen hadn't thought of those words by herself. Ashton must have coached her on it beforehand.