Juliette’s eyes flew wide open.
She was too thin, her eye sockets sunken; under the light, those eyes appeared unnaturally prominent, carrying an almost terrifying madness.
“It was because I overheard your conversation with Evangeline,”
“That you pushed me off the upstairs floor, trying to kill me.”
“Too bad I was lucky. I didn’t die.”
She took a deep breath, her tone icy cold:
“My survival disrupted your plan.”
“So you pinned the charge of intentional murder on Aria, letting her take the fall for you.”
At that, Juliette suddenly turned her head and looked at Marielle, her eyes filled with undisguised sarcasm.
“Marielle.”
“You really are a good mother.”
“Aria could have cleared her name.”
“It was you who personally deleted the surveillance footage that could prove her innocence
