Abigail Thompson was stunned, "What?"
The suspicion in Purple Summers' eyes slowly settled, eventually becoming as still as a pool of water, without a single ripple.
"Just now in the lounge, I saw you holding hands with Hans Geoffrey. At that moment, I felt a bit guilty," Purple looked at her and said slowly, "because I saw the indentation of a ring on your finger. This means that in the six months since Hans Geoffrey's imprisonment, you've still been wearing your wedding ring...
You know that the hope of your husband's return is slim, yet you keep wearing the ring. How could you not have feelings for him? But I have been suspecting you of having an affair."
Abigail Thompson slightly furrowed her delicate eyebrows.
Purple Summers lowered her gaze to Abigail's slender fingers, "But if you really had feelings for your husband, why would you take off the wedding ring? I kept thinking, maybe you just forgot to wear it? But just now, I realized something was off."
