"I definitely didn't do this."
"There's no way my wife did this!"
Lizetta hadn't expected her voice to overlap with Remington's deep and powerful tone.
The man, holding the letter, turned to look at her. Their eyes met, and Lizetta felt a slight sting at the tip of her nose, her heart melting.
Fortunately, he believed her completely. That was enough!
"Remington, your godmother was nearly beyond saving! This letter, its intent is malicious; it was meant to take your godmother's life! You can't cover for her," Martin said gravely.
Lizetta took a step forward, standing by Remington's side, "But why would I harm Mrs. West? Just because she doesn't like me? There are plenty of people who don't like me. I'm not crazy enough to harm someone for such a reason.
Moreover, Mrs. West's story is so tragic. I've always felt sympathy for her, never hatred. Eileen was even brought back by my husband.
If Mrs. West were to pass away from this ordeal, it would add yet another hurdle my husband couldn't overcome, and he'd end up resenting me. Doing this would be all harm and no benefit to me."
"Slick words! You obviously have your reasons. I heard you and Remington are planning a wedding, and my wife disagrees. You're worried about complications and bear a grudge."
Martin stared coldly at Lizetta, speculating wildly. Remington took Lizetta's hand, interrupting him to remind him.
"Martin, anyone could have sent a random text to do this; why would my wife leave a letter? And foolishly use her own handwriting? Handwriting can be imitated. The biggest winner today isn't my wife." "Remington, what do you mean by that?" Martin frowned.
Remington's cold gaze had already landed on Evelina, who felt as if he could see right through her; she felt both jealous and furious.
She thought that even if Remington adored Lizetta, facing a matter involving the West family, he would be conflicted and doubt Lizetta.
After all, the handwriting did look like Lizetta's, especially since Lizetta had a previous conflict with Barbara.
But she didn't expect that even in this situation, Remington would staunchly defend Lizetta, as if he never doubted her for a moment.
Evelina's tears fell, a picture of innocence and sadness, "Mr. Dashiell, you're not suspecting me, are you? I just found out this Stella was a fraud."
She moved next to Martin, anxious and angry, "Martin, how could I harm the baby's grandma? That wouldn't benefit me at all! Mr. Dashiell can't just frame someone else to clear his wife's suspicion."
"I don't mind calling the police, letting professionals compare the handwriting, and checking for my fingerprints on it," Lizetta tugged her lips, her gaze fixed on Evelina.
However, Evelina didn't show any sign of panic, instead suggesting, "Then let's call the police and have a thorough investigation!"
She dared to act this way because she wouldn't leave any evidence behind. Even if the police couldn't trace it back to Lizetta, they wouldn't be able to trace it to her either.
Evelina was confident about this. However, Remington said in a stern voice, "There's no need for the police. I'll find out the truth."
Martin seemed tired. Hearing him say this, he didn't pursue it further and massaged the bridge of his nose.
His complexion wasn't good, and Remington helped him rest. Evelina, however, approached Lizetta, showing a meaningful smile and said, "Lizetta, if Remington says he believes you, why doesn't he agree to call the police?"
Lizetta didn't want to engage with her, but Evelina kept waffling, "It's one of two scenarios: either he doesn't really trust you, afraid the police might find your fingerprints and he's protecting you.
Or, he suspects me; despite knowing you were framed, he still chose to protect me. Who do you think he's really protecting?"
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