As Emily Quest shivered from head to toe, she could already picture how things would turn out.
“You… What are you saying?” Emily pretended to sound weak as she lay flat on the ground. Her gaze was darting from left to right.
The people who were yelling at Xyla Quest a moment ago now kept their mouths shut. They all looked at the bloody bag in Xyla’s hand with a look of disbelief on their faces.
Without even asking, they all had an answer to the question in their minds.
“Xyla Quest, what are you doing? Your little sister is covered in blood. Shouldn’t we get her to the hospital immediately? What are you holding in your hand?” May Conner shouted as her pupils dilated and darted around frantically.
“What am I holding? It’s the planted evidence Emily wanted to frame me with for her miscarriage, of course,” Xyla said coldly before tossing the bloody bag at Tom Sullivan.
“From the looks on your faces, I’m sure you all know the answer. That’s right. It is exactly what you think it is,”
