Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Duke Wilson was stunned for a moment. He looked at Evan's blue eyes dully, as if he was riding a lake, which was clear and clean. His golden curly hair exuded a soft light under the sunlight. Just like the warm sun in spring, warm and beautiful.

"You...you..." Duke Wilson was speechless.

Evan smiled at this moment, his handsome facial features became more gentle and moist: "Your Excellency, you can call me Evan."

Duke Wilson raised his hand tremblingly, but stopped the moment it touched Evan's cheek, and he uttered the tone with some difficulty: "Evan..."

Evan held the Duke's hand with a smile, and said softly, "Master Duke, thank you for your comfort today."

Duke Wilson felt as if his hand had been scalded by something, and wanted to retract it, but in the end he stopped his behavior, and said stiffly, "You're welcome."

Seeing that his goal had been initially achieved, Evan stopped teasing Duke Wilson. He let go of Duke Wilson's hand and stood up. Duke Wilson also stood up with him, but his posture was slightly stiff.

Evan pretended not to see him, and said softly, "Edward should be waking up soon. I'll go in and see him. There are still many things to do in the church this afternoon. I have to go back early."

When Duke Wilson heard that he was going back, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Evan's soft eyes, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart: "Is it so fast?"

Evan smiled: "You said it last time too, don't delay my work." His words were a little teasing, but in fact he also knew how much he cared about the Duke letting him go last time matter.

Sure enough, when it came to this, the Duke looked a little embarrassed, coughed a few times and said: "I was really rude last time, please don't mind, please stay this time, let me make up for it mistake."

Evan waved his hand generously: "No need, Lord Duke, I really have something to do this time."

Duke Wilson's face was very stiff, so he didn't hold back any more. He stood still and watched Evan walk back to the castle through the rose bushes.

Evan noticed the gaze of Duke Wilson, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. The Duke has now slowly stepped into the trap he set, and he is about to succeed.

When Evan returned to Edward's room, Alia was not there. According to Evan's speculation, Alia must not want to see him go first. So he comforted little Edward who had just woken up, turned around and went downstairs.

By the time he got downstairs, the Duke had already returned. After seeing him, a moment of embarrassment flashed across the Duke's face, but in an instant he returned to the cold and cold Duke he was before, looking at Evan Nodding his head, he said softly, "I'll take you out."

Evan smiled and agreed.

The Duke sent Evan all the way to the gate of the manor. Evan waved at the Duke, turned and left, but the Duke stood still, watching Evan leave.

Seeing Evan go further and further away, the Duke's expression suddenly became a little dazed. Evan is the most noble and upright person he has ever seen in this world, and he is also the best friend he wants to make the most, but today...

The Duke frowned slightly, and without thinking about it, he turned and walked into the manor.

**

When Evan returned to the church, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Mrs. Sanders had returned. After the previous pain and pain, Mrs. Sanders finally recovered, but she was much thinner than before. The skirt, which was worn on the body at this time, was actually a little empty, and Evan felt a little scary when he looked at it.

"My dear wife, you haven't recovered yet, so you should rest for a few more days." Evan said worriedly.

Mrs. Sanders' face was a little sallow, and she waved her hand lightly: "I've had enough rest, and I want to continue working."

Mr. Chandler, who sent Mrs. Sanders here, was also full of worry: "Madam, are you really okay?"

Mrs. Sanders looked at Mr. Chandler with a softer expression: "Don't worry about it, I know my own body."

At the insistence of Mrs. Sanders, Mr. Chandler finally left worried. Before leaving, he kept asking Evan to take care of Mrs. Sanders, and Evan naturally agreed.

To be honest, with Mrs. Sanders's fragile body, he dared not let her do anything at all.

It’s just that Mrs. Sanders is very stubborn. That being the case, she still insists on looking at the diocese’s ledger. Through the hard work of Evan and George in the past few days, many inconsistent entries have been found in the ledger. Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan Wen calculated the accounts, frowning tightly.

"There is so much money missing. Pastor Ross has absolutely no such ability. I wrote to him a few days ago. He is still a pastor in a small church in Wales. If he has so much money, he will definitely It will not fall to this level.”

Evan also agrees with Mrs. Sanders very much. If he can still believe the little money before, such a large amount of assets has already exceeded the range that a church pastor can handle, not to mention there are so many In terms of finance, Pastor Ross is just an honest country pastor, how could he know so much.

"Such a large asset has exceeded our ability to handle it. It seems that we still have to report it to the church." Evan said with some concern.

Mrs. Sanders didn't object any more this time. They simply don't have the ability to handle such a large sum of money.

"What you said is that it is indeed necessary to report to the church, but do you have any doubts in your heart?" Mrs. Sanders asked.

Evan pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and finally said: "My dear madam, whenever I encounter this kind of problem, I don't want to use maliciousness to speculate on people's hearts. This is really too difficult for me. Yes, he has done a great harm to my faith."

Mrs. Sanders's expression softened, she walked to Evan's side, and said softly: "Oh, Pastor Bruce, I know how you feel, but this matter is really terrible. Stealing money from the church is not only It's not only breaking the law, but also corrupting morality, you shouldn't soften your heart."

Evan sighed pretentiously, with a bit of pity in his eyes: "Even so, I still find it hard to believe..." He was almost speechless, picked up a document from the table, and handed it to Sander in front of Mrs.

Mrs. Sanders took it with some doubts. It was written on the name of the people who had handled the money, including the church accountant Mr. Stewart and the church's lawyer Mr. Johnson, as well as some church officials and donors.

There is no problem with these donors and priests, and the donors are self-evident, and the priests are still in the church of Delaneria, and their property status is easy to check.

The other two people are very suspicious, especially Mr. Stewart. As the accountant of the church, he controls all the financial affairs of the church. Mrs. Stewart was the first to be ruled out by Madam.

"Mr. Stewart is a devout believer. He is over 60 years old this year. For God's sake, Pastor Bruce, it is absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing." Mrs. Sanders was very excited.

However, Evan disapproved of Mrs. Sanders's subjective attitude. Even the most devout believer would find it hard not to be moved by such a large amount of property, but he couldn't say that on the face, so Said: "Ma'am, I understand what you mean, but this is a matter of the church after all. I am just telling what I know honestly. As for who did it, the church has to judge."

Mrs. Sanders was a little frustrated. He knew that what Evan said was right, but at the same time he couldn't bear it, and asked in a low voice: "Then do you want to call the police?"

This stumped Evan. To be honest, he was unwilling to call the police. This incident was a scandal. The fewer people who knew about it, the better, otherwise many people would no longer be willing to donate money to the church.

"I can't make my own decision on this matter, let the church decide it." Evan sighed and said, this matter must be resolved absolutely, as for the method, it only depends on the mood of the bishop.

Mrs. Sanders nodded. Unlike Evan, she didn't know anything about the bishop. She knew the character of the local bishop very well, and she was definitely a person who hated evil. I'm afraid this matter would eventually lead to a court judge.

Evan decided to write a letter to the bishop the next day, and Mrs. Sanders also decided to control the news of the matter first, and resolve the matter thoroughly before the situation deteriorated further.

Now that the two had made up their minds, Mrs. Sanders went to give ideological education to those poor priests, while Evan started to write a letter to the bishop. Just after writing a few lines, he was arrested by the church gatekeeper. interrupted.

"Mr. Pastor." The janitor stood at the door a little awkwardly.

Evan was a little impatient, but he still had a smile on his face: "What's the matter, James, what's the matter?"

James walked in expectantly. In the bright and tidy room, he was almost at a loss: "Mr. Pastor, here is your letter."

"My letter?" Evan took the letter from James with some doubts. The person who sent the letter this morning didn't say that he had a letter. Besides, he didn't have anyone to write to.

"This letter was addressed to the wrong address, and it was sent elsewhere. It was delivered at noon today. It was urgent." James said in a low voice.

At this moment, Evan frowned suddenly. Looking at the name on the envelope, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

It turned out to be a letter from Jimmy, John's manservant.

Evan had asked someone to look for Jimmy in London before, but there was no news. Now that there is news, Evan is also very nervous.

Evan almost couldn't wait to open the letter. Although Jimmy had studied, the handwriting was very scribbled. Evan looked at the handwriting on the envelope. The letter had been forwarded no less than three times before he found it here.

Evan opened the letter, and as soon as he read the beginning, his eyebrows frowned into a sharp arc, and then he continued to read, and he couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air.

Evan stood up quickly and asked James, "What date is it today?"

James was a little confused: "Yes, it's October [-]th." After speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and continued: "Today is the day when Mrs. Lawrence will go to court, and that terrible woman will finally be sentenced to hang .”

Evan suddenly jumped up from behind the table and rushed to the tea room next door. Mrs. Sanders was sitting there knitting a sweater. Seeing Evan's hurry, she couldn't help frowning: "Pastor Bruce, what are you doing?" What's wrong?"

Evan could hardly restrain his inner excitement. He held Mrs. Sanders' hands and asked loudly, "Madam, whose child is John?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mrs. Sanders' surprised face. She pulled her hand out of Evan's hand and turned to look out the window: "Don't you already know?"

Evan was very anxious, and hurriedly said: "I guessed that, I need you to tell me now."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan with some doubts: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's too late to say more." Evan shook the letter in his hand anxiously: "Just tell me, this is very important."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan for a while, only to see Evan anxiously, and then said: "John is my child."

"It's your child." John stared at Mrs. Sanders firmly: "Isn't it Mr. Lawrence's child?"

Mrs. Sanders blushed all of a sudden, as if she was offended: "Why do you think of me like that! Mr. Lawrence is a married woman, how can I have anything to do with him."

Evan was in a daze. He looked at Mrs. Sanders as if he was looking at something strange: "Isn't John your and Mr. Lawrence's child?" He murmured.

"Of course not!" Mrs. Sanders turned pale angrily.

"Then how did he get to Lawrence's house?" Evan immediately regained his sanity and asked immediately.

Only then did Mrs. Sanders face a faint guilt: "I gave birth to him back then, but his father abandoned us. I didn't have the ability to raise him, so I gave him to him who was taken away by typhoid fever. Mrs. Lawrence who killed a child. For so many years, I have never been in touch with him. I just want to make him live better, but I don't want to..." Mrs. Sanders burst into tears.

Evan stepped forward to support Mrs. Sanders' shoulders, but his eyes were shining brightly. John's life experience was like this. All his doubts about this matter were explained in Jimmy's letter. It was definitely not Mrs. Lawrence's doing, he is very sure now!

Evan gently stroked Mrs. Sanders' back, and whispered: "Madam, I have to leave now. Mrs. Lawrence was framed."

"What?" Mrs. Sanders raised her head: "How is this possible? When I accused her, she admitted it herself!"

Evan looked down at Mrs. Sanders, and said softly: "In this matter, I have talked about the power of love countless times. Mrs. Sanders, what kind of person do you think Mrs. Lawrence is?"

Mrs. Sanders was a little confused, how could this matter be related to love?

Evan picked up a glass of water from the table and handed it to Mrs. Sanders: "I said that love comes from nowhere, there is no reason or reason, and sometimes love makes me do the most incredible things, You must never underestimate the power of love, your love for John brought you to the brink of death, and at the same time brought you back to life, Mrs Sanders, in this world, the last thing we should ignore is love."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan, and suddenly seemed to think of something. She covered her face in excitement and sobbed.

Evan lowered his eyebrows, looked at Mrs. Sanders, and patted her on the back lightly. This matter is actually very simple, but because of the doping of so many branches, it makes this matter extremely complicated. Blindfolded people's eyes.

"Mr. Pastor...now...what should we do?" Mrs. Sanders suddenly looked up at Evan.

Evan looked at Mrs. Sanders, with sadness in his eyes: "Madam, God arranged for me to figure out this matter, then I must report this matter to Sheriff Chandler. Today is the day of Mrs. Lawrence's trial , I don't want an innocent person to be sentenced."

Mrs. Sanders leaned back on the chair with a pale face, and looked out of the window: "In this case, you should go quickly, I don't want John to die without knowing why."

Evan sighed, and patted Mrs. Sanders on the shoulder lightly. No wonder Mrs. Sanders was so sad. His own child was murdered, but he couldn't do anything in the name of his mother, and put it on whom It's not good.

But at this time, Evan couldn't stay too long. This matter was too urgent. He comforted Mrs. Sanders a few words, then ran out in a hurry, jumped into a taxi, and quickly headed towards the The county court ran.

Evan was in a hurry, but God didn't give him face. He had just left Delanele when the carriage he was riding had a problem. The wheels were completely deformed and he couldn't move at all, and there were no people in this place, so he couldn't ride quickly. to the carriage.

Evan stood beside the carriage with a frown, wondering if this was fate, Mrs. Lawrence's sacrifice and the looming truth, whether it could really be revealed to the world, and now it depends on a carriage, it's too ridiculous.

At this moment, suddenly there was the trampling sound of a carriage from the same place. Evan's expression was startled, and he turned around to look over. Sure enough, there was a carriage coming towards him.

As the carriage got closer and closer, Evan's expression became more meaningful. It turned out to be Duke Wilson's carriage.

Finally, the carriage stopped beside Evan, and the coachman knew Evan, and immediately said, "Pastor Bruce?"

As soon as the coachman finished speaking, the door of the carriage was opened from the inside, and Duke Wilson's stern, fair face instantly appeared in front of Evan.

"My lord duke." Evan nodded slightly.

"Mr. Pastor, why are you here?" Duke Wilson looked at Evan in surprise.

Evan bowed his head and smiled bitterly: "I originally wanted to go to the county court, but the carriage broke down."

Looking at the coachman with a guilty expression beside him, Duke Wilson frowned: "Are you going to see Mrs. Lawrence's trial? Time is running out, come up quickly."

Evan didn't refuse either, and got into the Duke's carriage directly. Before getting into the carriage, he still didn't forget to pay the coachman. The coachman almost thanked Evan for sending Evan into the Duke's carriage. Unexpectedly, the pastor would be so kind.

When Evan got into the car, Duke Wilson looked at him with a soft look in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Are you going to pray for Mrs. Lawrence?"

Evan sighed: "To tell you the truth, I want to stop this trial."

Duke Wilson was a little surprised for a moment: "Why?"

Evan repeated his conclusions, and Duke Wilson couldn't help sighing: "Ms. Lawrence didn't do it? Then do you have other candidates in your mind?"

There was a smile on the corner of Evan's mouth, and he said in a low voice: "Your Excellency, I overlooked many things before, but now things are very clear. Regarding your question, I already have a candidate in my heart."

Duke Wilson looked at Evan's gentle smile, and couldn't help but stop beating for some reason. He immediately looked out of the window pretending to be calm, and after a long time, he said seemingly unintentionally: "Since you know what's in your mind, then good."

Evan had a panoramic view of his reaction, and felt a little joy in his heart. It seemed that the Duke's sense of him was getting better and better.

Both of them spent the rest of the journey in silence. Evan sat in the corner of the carriage, meditating on a passage from the Bible. Although he is not a real pastor, he still needs to maintain his professional ability.

When they finally arrived at the County Court, the trial was about to begin.

Evan rushed directly out of the carriage and into the court.

Sergeant Chandler was standing proudly at the door of the court, and several superintendents followed him closely.

He saw Evan at a glance, and hurriedly waved at Evan: "Pastor Bruce! Here!"

Evan walked quickly through the corridor, Sheriff Chandler smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I thought you wouldn't come, how did you change your mind?"

Evan gasped for breath, and quickly said: "Sheriff, we arrested the wrong person!"

Sheriff Chandler was a little surprised by what Evan said, and then laughed out loud: "My good pastor, don't joke with me!"

"I'm not joking with you." Evan looked very serious: "I found the evidence, please stop this trial!"

Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan dumbfounded: "You... are you telling the truth?"

Evan nodded with a serious expression: "This is a matter of human life, please pay attention to it."

The cigarette bar in Sheriff Chandler's hand fell to the ground with a thud, he woke up suddenly, and waved to the policeman behind him: "Go to Judge Conwell and say that the police have found new evidence, today's lawsuit Need a reprieve."

The policeman looked shocked, as if he didn't believe that the sheriff would listen to the nonsense of a pastor. He wanted to intervene, but was waved mercilessly by Sergeant Chandler: "Stop talking! Go!"

The police quickly ran to the judge's office.

Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan meaningfully, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Pastor, I believe in your judgment, but I also hope that you can understand what you are doing."

Evan looked at Sheriff Chandler with a smile on his lips: "Of course I know this, don't worry."

There should be an end to this incident. Suspicions abounded for many days, which made him doubt whether the place he came to was the love story with pink bubbles.

Judge Conwell was very angry, not only because Sheriff Chandler decided to postpone the proceedings so casually, but also because he was dragged from the comfortable sofa into this empty hall by Sheriff Chandler in a very brutal way, Also sitting in front of him was an unusually handsome young priest.

"Mr. Pastor." Judge Conwell is a devout Protestant, so when facing a pastor, he still held back his inner dissatisfaction: "Officer Chandler said that you have different opinions on this case, it is true Is it?" Judge Conwell looked at Evan suspiciously.

Evan looked at Judge Conwell very gently, and smiled softly: "I do have some insights, and I would like you to be a witness here."

Judge Conwell frowned slightly: "Mr. Pastor, it's not that I don't trust you. As God testifies, the person I respect most in this world is the pastor, but I have to say that this case is very clear to me. You I'm not a professional detective, so it's too reckless to say such a thing."

Evan understood the implication of this conservative judge very well. In fact, sometimes he didn't want to show off in such matters, but he still couldn't turn a blind eye to a human life.

"Your Honor, this is a matter of human life after all. Before you make a judgment, please listen to my thoughts before making a decision. I can't let go of my doubts in the face of such a thing." Evan Said very cautiously.

Judge Conwell had to agree with such high-sounding rhetoric. He has been a judge for more than 30 years, and this is the first time he has been educated by a pastor in this way.

At this moment, someone suddenly came from the corridor, accompanied by crisp applause, Evan and Judge Conwell looked back at the same time.

Duke Wilson came out of the shadows and looked at Evan with a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Mr. Pastor, God will be moved by your mercy."

Seeing that it was Duke Wilson, Judge Conwell's expression immediately changed. He walked to the Duke almost respectfully, bowed and said, "Your Excellency."

Duke Wilson raised the corner of his mouth proudly: "Judge Conwell, your decision is very correct."

Judge Conwell was overjoyed immediately: "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Pastor Bruce is a respectable person, and as a judge, I will naturally not take human life lightly."

Duke Wilson nodded very satisfied.

Evan was almost a little embarrassed. Although he wanted to win the Duke's favor, such explicit admiration made him blush no matter how thick-skinned he was.

"I deserve your praise. I know more about this matter than anyone else, but I don't know less than anyone else. I just hope that I can fully describe what I know and make a ruling. It will be our venerable judge." Evan nodded slightly at Judge Conwell.

Judge Conwell was very satisfied with Evan's compliment, and there was a smile on his face.

An almost imperceptible smile flashed across the corner of Duke Wilson's mouth, and his eyes softened a little when he looked at Evan.

At this time, Sheriff Chandler came to the scene with all the parties involved.

Sheriff Chandler was very surprised that the Duke was there, but to him, it was a good thing, because after all, it was a very honorable thing to have a Duke as a witness.

Mrs. Lawrence was already very emaciated due to the long-term imprisonment. She had a pale face and stared straight at her feet, indifferent to everything around her.

Although Mr. Lawrence did not suffer from prison, his complexion was uglier than Mrs. Lawrence's. His original decent and elegant demeanor was completely lost at this moment, his clothes were a little wrinkled, and the beard on his face was very thick. Mrs. Lawrence, with deep sorrow hidden in her eyes.

Mrs. Sanders was better. She was supported by Mr. Chandler with a calm expression. Only when she looked at the Lawrence family, there was a trace of hatred in her eyes.

Dr. Hester, on the other hand, led Alia to the side with a look of bewilderment, not knowing where to put his hands. Fortunately, Alia was calmer and kept holding on to Dr. Hester's arm.

Now that everyone has arrived, Sergeant Chandler stood in the middle of the hall and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, I think everyone is very clear about the purpose of my summoning you to this place this time. Mr. John Lawrence's death, I have made my judgment, and I have also obtained the testimony of Mrs. Lawrence's guilt, but now, Reverend Bruce disputes my conclusion."

Officer Chandler paused slightly when he said this, and everyone in the field was shocked, especially Mrs. Lawrence, who almost looked at Evan in a panic, with disbelief in her eyes.

"You...you can't..." murmured Mrs. Laurence.

Evan looked at Mrs. Lawrence's mouth with a slight arc: "Mrs. Lawrence, I deeply admire your sacrifice, but such a sacrifice is meaningless. Everyone should pay for what they have done. Your sacrifice Your own soul, Little John, will not rest in peace."

Mrs. Lawrence's legs gave way and she almost fell to her knees: "No... no... I did this, my John, my John was killed by me..."

Evan looked at Mrs. Lawrence with a trace of compassion in his expression: "Then why did you kill John?"

Mrs. Lawrence looked around in panic, and when she saw Mrs. Sanders, a deep despair suddenly overflowed from the bottom of her heart: "I... I don't know, I killed him by accident, I didn't mean to ...please..."

Evan sighed deeply: "I respect your sacrifice, but please also respect the cognitive ability of everyone present. John's wound was caused by a left-handed person. If you accidentally killed John, Then you need to lift that heavy lamp with one hand and hit John who is at least ten inches taller than you, you see, you are a thin lady, and I don't think you can do it unintentionally."

All eyes were immediately focused on the thin Mrs. Lawrence. She was wearing the smallest size of clothes, and she still looked very empty. This had always been something that Mrs. Lawrence was proud of before, but at this moment it became a deadly thing. Defects.

Sheriff Chandler suddenly spoke at this moment: "What about John's depravity?"

He could see that it was Mrs. Lawrence, but Mrs. Lawrence looked blank.

Evan nodded at Sheriff Chandler: "Mr. Sheriff, thank you for your question, we can now intuitively see that Mrs. Lawrence doesn't know about John's depravity, and the depravity in her mouth is just because John She insisted on getting engaged to Miss Alia despite disobedience, she knew nothing about Mr John's dark side."

At this time, Mrs. Lawrence seemed to be grabbing a piece of driftwood, and said loudly: "I know! I know!"

Evan looked at her sadly, and said softly: "My dear lady, please don't deceive us anymore. Only Jimmy knows about John's depravity, and he only told one person."

Evan looked at Mr. Lawrence, who was standing behind Mrs. Lawrence with his head bowed. From just now, he stood there like a stiff piece of dead wood, without saying a word.

And when Evan finished speaking, he finally raised his head, tears streaming down his face.

Mrs. Lawrence rushed towards Mr. Lawrence like she was going crazy. She hugged Mr. Lawrence's back tightly and said hoarsely, "Go away! Get out of this place! This is a place cursed by God! He will swallow you up! Everything People are trying to frame you! My poor John!"

Mr Lawrence's Christian name was also John.

Mr. Lawrence seemed to be fixed by something, let Mrs. Lawrence tear his clothes, and remained motionless.

"Are you talking about me?" Mr. Lawrence looked at Evan with a hint of relief in his tone.

Evan nodded regretfully, and handed the letter in his hand to Sheriff Chandler.

The content of Jimmy's letter was very simple. He told Mr. Lawrence everything that night, but unfortunately, Mr. Lawrence didn't appreciate his honesty, so he kicked him out of Lawrence's house on the spot and warned him not to speak nonsense.

Poor Jimmy walked out of Lawrence's house in a daze, but felt very sorry for Little John, so he returned to Lawrence's house and wanted to say sorry to John, but when he went, he saw Mr. Lawrence coming out of the house.

The next day, the news of John's death spread throughout Delanele, and Jimmy, like a frightened rabbit, quickly jumped on the first train and left Delaneille forever. He wrote this letter before, but due to poor writing, the truth has not finally come to light until now.

Sheriff Chandler looked at Mr. Lawrence in shock. He couldn't believe that this gentle man in front of him would do such a shocking thing. Compared to this, he would rather believe that Mrs. Lawrence did it .

"Then... where's the brooch?" Sergeant Chandler looked at Evan as if he had suddenly reacted, with eagerness in his eyes.

Speaking of this, Evan couldn't help looking at Mrs. Lawrence.

"Mr. Sheriff, you are a man, and it may be difficult for you to understand a woman's love of jewellery. Mrs. Laurence is the vane of fashion in the whole of Delanille. Bao, likes to hold dinner parties and boast about her life. She has an eager pursuit of a high-quality life. I can't understand why such a person didn't wear it even once when she got a unique brooch in the world. Instead, he finally dropped it into the fire and buried it next to the body of his favorite son, and never even searched for it in the end."

Evan approached Mrs. Lawrence step by step. She looked at her with a pleading expression, and asked in a gentle tone: "My dear lady, please tell me, what color is the pearl on this brooch? Its What is written on the back?"

Mrs. Lawrence was on the verge of panic at this time. She waved her hands indiscriminately and looked at Mr. Lawrence as if asking for help: "I... I forgot, I did it... I did it, you have to believe me!" She grabbed Evan's hands indiscriminately, and said almost in a pleading tone.

Evan looked at her indifferently: "Madam, please tell me."

"Don't ask me again! You devil! You will go to hell!" Mrs. Lawrence almost became hysterical. She tore Evan's sleeves indiscriminately, her eyes were full of hatred and anger.

Duke Wilson frowned slightly when he saw it, and wanted to step forward to rescue Evan. Sheriff Chandler also reacted quickly and wanted to order the police to pull Mrs. Lawrence away. The situation on the field was on the verge of getting out of control. Everyone was shocked by Mrs. Lawrence's crazy behavior.

"That pearl is pink, and on the back of that brooch it says To my dearest Mary, your dear John."

Mr. Lawrence's voice cooled down all the madness, the voice was neither high nor low, as gentle as if he was reciting a gentle love poem.