"Why should I?" Diana Young said, looking annoyed. "Why should I get dragged into this mess?"
Hearing this, Harold Goodman sneered, "Don't you even think about who he died for!"
"You—" Diana Young glared at him, furious. "You've got to be kidding me. You killed someone, and you're blaming someone else? Why don't you blame yourself for having such twitchy hands and just having to stab someone with a knife?"
"Honey, listen to the things she's saying!" Harold Goodman said, his face dark.
Dana Young turned and shot him a glare. "Can you just shut your mouth?"
Harold Goodman took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and nodded.
Dana Young looked back at Diana Young. After hesitating for a few seconds, she dropped to her knees. "Danna, I'm begging you..."
Diana Young was startled. She frowned and said, "What are you doing? I'd say yes to anything else, but this is no small matter!"
