I looked around for help from my little hero, Rebecca, only to see her staring at the Ferris wheel in the distance.

I forced a smile. "Let's...discuss the case.

"Making money is so hard. Piracy is rampant, and we're so poor..."

I tried to sound pitiful, but Dylan just crossed his arms, scrutinizing me. His message was clear—Don't change the subject.

I quickly shouted, "We're so poor we can hardly make ends meet! Right, Rebecca?"

Rebecca, hearing her name, turned around immediately.

Realizing the situation, she put on her best puppy-dog eyes and whimpered, "Mommy, I'm hungry."

With Rebecca as my witness, my story seemed more believable. Dylan indeed let it go.

"And what about her father? Your... husband?" Dylan paused, looking like it was hard to ask.

"Uh..."

Sure enough, one lie led to another.

I was sweating. "He...he...he doesn't make any money."

Dylan's lips curved slightly into a mocking smile, but his tone was serious. "Then tell me, what attracted you to him?"

I cautiously looked up, avoiding his eyes, and answered tentatively, "His looks?"

"Superficial." Dylan's voice was emotionless.

The room was silent.

After a long pause, he spoke again, "Is looks all you care about?"