Summer Thorne knew what he wanted to say.
Even as her mind reeled when she received the documents, she had a vague idea of what they implied.
But she still asked, "Mason Crawford, what exactly are you trying to say?"
Seeing Summer Thorne's solemn, stubborn, and defiant expression, Mason Crawford finally stopped beating around the bush and said aloud the one thing she didn't dare to consider—
"All this time, you've believed I was the one who killed Austin Sutton, and you've held a deep grudge against me. But now, when you find out that Austin Sutton's death is actually connected to Timothy York, are you scared?"
When he said the name "Timothy York," the vague idea in Summer Thorne's mind finally solidified.
'Ah, so this is what he wanted to say.'
But Summer Thorne just felt like laughing.
"Mason Crawford, if you want to shift the blame and say my father's death had nothing to do with you, just say it. Dragging him into this—don't you think that's ridiculous?"
