The evidence was right in front of him; it was hard for Ethan Lockwood not to believe it.
His brow furrowed tightly. He coldly let go of Cecilia Quincy's shoulders and took two decisive steps back.
"Cecilia, that necklace is one-of-a-kind. If Sonia Quincy really had broken it, it would be impossible for you to still have one."
"Aren't you going to tell me the truth?"
"I—I am telling the truth!" Cecilia Quincy scrambled forward two steps, carefully but urgently grabbing Ethan Lockwood's arm. "Ethan, I really don't know what's going on! My necklace really was torn and broken by Sonia Quincy a long time ago!"
"Then how do you explain the photo Sonia Quincy has?" Ethan Lockwood pointed a finger at the projected image of Sonia, his voice cold. "The room in the photo is yours. The cabinet where the necklace was kept is also yours. And the photo was taken just two months ago!"
"Cecilia, how are you going to explain this?"
