Cynthia Morgan could only feel thunder rumbling by her ears, deafeningly loud. Her mind went blank, eyes wide open as she stared fixedly at Rouge Jarvis, unwilling to believe what she was saying.

"You’re deceiving me!"

Rouge Jarvis looked down at her from above, coldly narrowing her eyes, her voice growing increasingly frosty: "You are also a hacker. If you want to find out the truth about something, no one can stop you. You can judge for yourself what’s real and what’s not."

Her words, seemingly calm, crushed the conviction Cynthia had held onto for years.

How could it be?

How could it be like this?

Hahaha...

Moderate hearing loss, can’t hear?

Lies!

All of it is lies!

It was clearly Rouge Jarvis and Pearl Jarvis who wronged Elysia, they are the ones who caused Elysia’s death, it’s them!

Rouge Jarvis, giving her no chance to catch her breath, scoffed again saying, "Cynthia Morgan, you were wrong from the start, gravely wrong. What you think is justice is merely your own judgment. What right do you have to harm so many people for your sister?"

Cynthia’s eyes welled up with tears, the bloodshot whites making them look like blood, giving her a particularly terrifying appearance, like a female ghost crawling out of hell, glaring at her viciously.

Rouge Jarvis showed no trace of fear, her gaze tranquil, and a noble aura about her, like a fairy descending from the heavens, forming a stark contrast with Cynthia.

Making Cynthia seem even more like a complete failure.

"Even if Pearl Jarvis has moderate hearing loss and didn’t hear Elysia calling her, what about afterwards? After confirming, why didn’t you mention it to the police? Maybe, if they looked for more evidence, Elysia wouldn’t have had to die. Ultimately, it’s still you who caused her death. Everything I’ve done over the years wasn’t wrong, no!"

Rouge Jarvis laid emphasis, saying, "Your sister was diagnosed with hearing loss six months after being imprisoned."

"Do I care if it’s six months or a month? At the time, my sister did see her, why would she lie?"

Tiana Thorne heard and sneered, genuinely finding it laughable, "Cynthia Morgan, you’re seriously ill. You said it yourself, your sister saw her, but that doesn’t mean she saw your sister."

Cynthia looked at her, biting her lip, her face as white as paper, unexpectedly unable to refute.

"Moreover, when the police got involved, they already cooperated, catching people with the goods. My third aunt was just a middle school student, more convinced by evidence. In the end, this matter had nothing to do with her because she indeed didn’t see Elysia Morgan."

Tiana Thorne’s fox-like eyes held a hint of coldness: "Even if we consider from a different angle, my third aunt was diagnosed with moderate hearing loss six months later. Simply put, she was too far away to hear anything. At the time, how could she determine whether the condition emerged before or after your sister?"

Cynthia Morgan didn’t want to hear these arguments; the hatred she imagined was irrefutable, leading her life astray, robbing her of youth, and preventing her from even living with her daughter.

"Pearl Jarvis is guilty, so are you. You clearly have a big family wealth, if you had investigated properly, the tragedy that followed wouldn’t have happened."

Tiana Thorne could see it, she was simply being unreasonable, unwilling to admit it.

There are people in the world like this, believing all good is a conspiracy, and even if a reasonable truth is found, they would think it’s just another disguised conspiracy.