Charming South Villa.
The scenery is beautiful.
A thin mist lingers.
Two extraordinarily charming young men are standing on the gallery by the stream.
The round, crimson sunset behind them melts into a bay, forming the most beautiful backdrop.
"Julian, you've been here for two days already, have you given up searching for Isabella?" Marco asked directly, not beating around the bush.
"..."
Julian paused for a few seconds before slowly opening his lips and said heavily, "Not finding her now might be the safest for her."
"Huh?"
Marco suddenly furrowed his beautiful eyebrows, the same as his father's, feeling indignant for his sister, "Julian, by saying that, are you confirming that Isabella is guilty of murdering your grandmother?"
"You don't believe her? Do you believe your grandmother's side of the story more, right?"
"You can think of it that way."
