"Christal wouldn't go that far, would she?" Qin Jin still trusted Christal Russell, believing she wasn't capable of such a thing.
"They're saying she's the one who put her up to it, and you still don't believe it? Go get her right now. We'll confront her face-to-face," Jim Quincy ordered.
Qin Jin hesitated for a moment, then left.
Aunt Gable, facing everyone's scrutiny alone, was on pins and needles, filled with regret.
'The second son's wife... she's too clever for her own good.'
'All I did was say a few bad things about her, and suddenly I'm public enemy number one.'
'If I lose this job, where will I ever find another one?'
"Sir, I didn't mean to do any of it. Can I please stay?"
Jim Quincy said, "You didn't mean to? No, you did it on purpose. You knew our Ian has a temper, yet you still ran your mouth, confirming everyone's suspicions about him. How much did that Russell woman pay you?"
"Nothing, I didn't take anything."
