"He'd better not come. I don't want to ride in his car."
Seeing that Stacey was full of resentment towards me, Peter sighed and patted her shoulder.
"The dead cannot be resurrected. Andy's death actually has nothing to do with Nicolas. He is a survivor as well as a victim. After so many years, it's time for you to let it go."
She said, "How can I let it go? If Nicolas hadn't suspected me, Andy would not have died, and my mother wouldn't have died of depression because she lost her grandson!"
Stacey was very excited. Her hands holding the cup were shaking violently. And there was a hint of hatred in her eyes.
Peter pursed his lips helplessly.
He seemed to have gotten used to it a long time ago. Every time he advised her, Stacey showed hatred.
"Nicolas was also innocent in that incident. If possible, he would definitely be willing to exchange his life for Andy's. Besides, Andy is also his son."
"Stop!"
Stacey glared at Peter, slammed the table hard, and said in a tone full of anger.
"That's not his son. Andy was only mine!