Upon hearing this, Caden Lockwood's face became even more grim and twisted.
Struggling to resist the urge to directly throw her aside, he stepped forward and continued walking towards the car, his steps steady yet somewhat quick, his gaze falling on her swollen hand, unable to hide his concern.
Evelyn Morgan pouted, feeling like she was talking to a brick wall.
However, she was still unwilling to give up and had more questions for him.
"So, you trusted me because you found evidence!" She sounded a bit displeased, "But since you went to find evidence, it shows you still trusted me a little. Thank you! But, how did you find the evidence? What kind of evidence is it?"
"Blabbermouth." Caden Lockwood's tone was coarse, "Doesn't your hand hurt?"
As he mentioned the pain in her hand, Evelyn suddenly came back to her senses.
She had been so focused on other thoughts that she hadn't felt much pain.
Now she realized it was really quite painful, so painful that tears were about to flow.
