"No, I heard it clearly on the phone. It was gunfire and your chilling voice that made me lose my brother! It was you!"
Nicole couldn't accept it. She always thought Jose Floyd was her enemy, and she had always maintained a clear hatred towards him.
But now, suddenly everything proved that Jose Floyd was not her enemy. All these years, she had hated the wrong person. Such a feeling, with such a world-shattering difference, left her at a loss.
"Nicole, whether you believe it or not, Wade wasn't killed by me. That's a fact." Jose Floyd finished speaking, his thin lips tightening, his gaze deeply fixed on Nicole.
At the moment he learned that he hadn't killed Wade, his heart had never been so stirred. He hadn't killed her closest kin, so the hate didn't exist! Then the distance between them wouldn't be so vast.
"You didn't kill my brother, why didn't you deny it outright when I questioned you?" Nicole looked at Jose Floyd. "Tell me!"
