Back when Monty was investigating the case, I’d secretly read the files.
I knew she was the only suspect.
At the wedding, I called her out in front of everyone—said she was the one who killed my parents.
Tried to have her taken to the police department.
But everyone sided with her.
Everyone said I was immature and didn’t know what I was talking about.
Only Monty stepped in for me.
He became my one and only salvation.
But now…
He’s the one pushing me off the edge.
Inside the office, I could see him giving a bitter smile and pulling out a ceramic figurine from a drawer.
“I made this myself. It’s nothing fancy like what you’d buy in a mall, but it’s from the heart. I heard you’re pregnant—consider it a little welcome gift for the baby.”
Sylvie took it with a smile, even playfully stuck out her tongue.
Meanwhile, my hands were shaking so hard they rattled the door.
The noise made Monty glance through the glass. As soon as he saw me standing outside, his face instantly tightened.
“Verity? What are you doing here?
“Don’t get the wrong idea. Sylvie just got back, came by to say hi, catch up, and talk about the family dinner tomorrow.”
“Hey, Verity. Long time no see.”