Nolan Lawson staggered back a couple of steps, yet the knife remained firmly clutched in his hand, tears welling in his eyes, "His mother died when he was young, it was just me who raised him. I failed him, never giving him anything good, and now I have to see him go before me. Young Madam, what did he do to you to deserve such hatred? Hatred so deep that you'd want to kill him!"
"I didn't kill him, whether you believe it or not, I didn't kill him. I was framed. You can kill me, but think about it, if you kill me, would Mason Nightshade let you go? The real murderer of your son would roam free, facing no punishment whatsoever." Looking at Nolan's bloodshot eyes, Aurelia Shaw knew that whatever she said was useless, she could only stall for time until Mason returned.
The knife she used for self-defense had been taken apart and left in the bathroom.
