They pointed and talked at the bottom of the crystal box.
Steve walked towards me step by step, his eyes full of contempt.
"May, just to be jealous, I didn't expect you to resort to such despicable means."
"I didn't understand what he was talking about and shook my head vigorously."
"In order to win my favor, you actually used the corpses of cats and dogs to curse Sarah. No wonder she sprained her ankle and encountered criminals recently."
"It's all your fault, isn't it?"
Steve, who had always been a firm materialist, actually believed Sarah's lies.
"No, no, there's nothing in there, it's my..."
Steve sneered and was too impatient to listen to my explanation.
"May, you take me for a fool. If it wasn't to frame Sarah, why is the letter "S" and "W" engraved on the bottom of this box?"
"S.W." is not Sarah White, but Simon William, which was the name I gave to my baby.
But Steve no longer listened to any of my explanations and he held the box high up.
"May, don't you treasure this box? I'll show you what happens if you don't obey me!"
He threw the box heavily.