Chapter 690
The Day I Kissed An Older Man
Chapter 690
Corinne raised her gaze calmly. âIâm innocent, why should I admit to anything?â
Lucas narrowed his eyes darkly. âIf it wasnât you, then why were you holding the murder weapon?â
Corinne lifted the chisel in her hand. âAre you talking about this? Miss Anya forcefully gave it to me,
saying it was for self-defense!â
Lucas found her unreasonable. âCorinne, donât you find these words youâre saying laughable?â
Corinneâs expression remained calm. âIâm speaking the truth. If you find the truth laughable, then itâs
your problem, Mister Lucas.â
Lucasâs face darkened, believing that her current attitude was not only an attempt to escape blame but
also a challenge to their familyâs authority.
âCorinne, Iâll give you another chance to confess. I can still let you bear the consequences of your
actions. Otherwise, Iâll make your whole family pay!â
Corinne looked at him unperturbed, feeling a tinge of irony and amusement in her heart.
Make her whole family pay?
Does this so-called âwhole familyâ refer to those with blood ties?
If so, then this Mister Lucas would probably be the first to die!
If it doesnât refer to blood relations, it doesnât matter even more. She doesnât have any so-called family,
to begin with.
âWhatever.â
The word softly spoken by Corinne left Lucas shocked and bewildered.
She doesnât care about implicating her own family?
Does that mean thereâs no one she cares about in this world?
Anya, taking advantage of her brotherâs position, choked up and questioned, âCorinne, are you
suggesting that I handed you the murder weapon to kill our precious Joey?â
Corinne glanced at Anya. âAs for what I mean, Miss Anya should know better than anyone.â
Anya cried with a grievance, âI donât understand! How could I comprehend your baseless words?
Corinne, not only do you refuse to admit your guilt, but you also slander me as an accomplice. I am
Joeyâs mother! How could I help someone else harm my child?â
Corinne looked at her disdainfully, âMiss Anya, crying loudly wonât deceive everyone! This chisel was
handed to me by you! At that time, you claimed to suspect that your son, Joey, was being held hostage
in this storage room, and you couldnât open the door no matter what.â
âYou asked me to help open that door, I believed your words and was afraid that rashly opening the
door would enrage the person inside and harm the child, so I advised you not to act recklessly.â
âThen, you handed me this chisel, saying I should hold it for self-defense since you didnât have the
strength to carry it. And then, you suddenly went crazy and directly opened the door of this storage
room that you claimed couldnât be opened, and your son fell out from inside.â
âFrom beginning to end, I never even touched him. I think no one knows better than you, Miss Anya,
what exactly happened to your son!â
Anya wore a face of unjust accusation and indignation, âCorinne, arenât you guilty of telling such lies?
Doesnât your conscience ache? When did I say those things to you? Stop making up stories!â
Who is it that lies without guilt? Who is it that doesnât feel pain in their conscience?
Huh, the thief accuses others of being a thief!
Corinne glanced at Anya and felt disgusted.
Anya did not finish yet and pretended to wipe away her tears, turning to the man beside her who did
not speak for a long time and said, âJeremy, I know that all the kindness youâve shown me over the
years was because I once saved your life. Iâm not asking you to repay the debt of saving my life now. I
only beg your to help us seek justice for Joey. He canât be unjustly killed like this.â