Chapter 101

Julian said without thinking, "Ms. Chapman, you're lying. How did you get blood on your skirt?"

Marilyn looked down. She didn't feel it but the wound was bleeding.

She looked up and saw Malcolm looking at her with a gloomy face.

She instantly felt like she had made a big mistake and was caught red-handed.

At that moment, Marilyn seemed to hear the roar of the furious lion in Malcolm's heart.

She curled her hands slightly, like a child who had done something wrong with her head bowed, not daring to look at Malcolm.

Malcolm looked at her knee. That faint trace of blood stung his eyes. A flash of anger rose inside him as he felt an impulse to strangle her.

She literally dared to conceal it from him.

He quickly squatted in front of her, carefully moving up her skirt with his slender fingers.

There was a vertical wound that covered the old scar on her knee.

He could see the shape of the old scar, which had been there for many years. It was slightly white in an irregular L-shape.

Malcolm wa