Cecilia Vaughn's face suddenly froze with concern.
Regarding those dark past events, Cecilia absolutely didn't want others to know, especially her two most cared for family members, Evan Vaughn and Joan Sinclair.
Those three years in the past were something she would find hard to articulate for the rest of her life, fraught with shame and trauma, and Cecilia preferred to pretend they never happened.
"Ahem... Evan, what nonsense are you thinking about?"
"I've never had any grievances or enmity with others, and murder is a serious crime. How could a sentence end in three years? If I really did those things, how could I be standing in front of you, all well and fine?"
Cecilia put on a feigned surprised smile, as if everything Evan said was entirely fabricated from his imagination.
She even smiled and reached out to poke Evan's cheek, placing a soft cushion by his side.
"Here, turn your body a bit this way; does this feel a bit better?"
