Evelyn Claire's words made Jane Quinlan's gaze land on Kay Forrest with suspicion.
Kay was also frowning; he indeed felt that the photo looked familiar that day.
What, could it be that woman had some sort of history with him?
But that shouldn't be the case, that woman did not seem like his type at all.
He was someone who never touched women he didn't fancy.
Jane glared at him, and Kay gave her a grin before asking through the phone, "Evelyn, don't spread rumors, what kind of relationship would your sister and I have, I don't even know her."
"Yeah right, you don't know her, the Kay Forrest who walks through the flowers untouched, how could you remember a nobody like Ava Claire.
But my sister remembers you, remembers you with heart-wrenching clarity.
I watched with my own eyes how my sister fell apart because of you."
Kay glanced at Jane's increasingly upset face and grew anxious: "Evelyn, you better clarify things clearly or I won't let you off the hook."
