Chapter 207

Seeing Eleanor and Patrick staring at her with ill intent, Emma's expression faltered involuntarily. "Hello, I am Charles's sister," Eleanor said, her voice cold and her lips barely moving. Emma's eyes widened at the mention of Charles's name, and a mix of complex emotions flickered across her face—resentment, indifference, and even a hint of subtle loneliness. Eleanor, ever wise, didn't miss any of it. "Can we have a chat?" Eleanor asked without delay. Emma's face turned icy as she cast her eyes downward and refused, "I know what you're after. I don't think we have anything to discuss." Eleanor narrowed her eyes slightly. "Just a conversation, to uncover the truth." Emma responded with a cold laugh, her large eyes filled with mockery and disdain. "The facts are clear. The evidence is there. It's Charles who refuses to admit his guilt. There's nothing I can do about that." Eleanor's fingers clenched slightly. This girl was stubborn, refusing to cooperate. A change of tactics was needed