She clutched her cheek and screamed hysterically,
“Stop! All of you, stop!”
The next moment, a familiar voice rang out from behind.
“What are you doing? Who hurt Chloe?”
Chloe instantly shoved me away and bolted into Jason Miller’s arms, clinging to him tightly.
“Brother, you’re finally here! Rachel refuses to admit her crime and is framing me instead! You have to testify for me!”
I was a wreck—my clothes torn, a patch of hair ripped from my scalp. Barely managing to stay upright, I lifted my eyes to Jason with a desperate plea. If he would just defend me, if he would just say one word on my behalf, I could…
But his gaze slid past me, cold and detached, and landed instead on the grieving family.
“Chloe’s right. When the victim was first harmed, she was in my office with me.”
“And on the night of the accident, she was having dinner with me the whole time—she never left my side.”
“It was Rachel Evans who skipped her medication and ran out of the house. I searched for her all night.”
Jason’s eyes were colder than I had ever seen—so cold that even if I dropped dead before him, it wouldn’t matter.