Oh my god, it's so unfair.

What right does a prostitute have to have such eyes?


Elliot clenched his fist, "I don't believe it. Ashley, she's just a woman from an ordinary family. Where does she get the money to do these things."

Midge hated Ashley. At this moment, seeing Elliot trying to defend that woman, the jealousy in her heart seemed to be able to drown her: "Elliot is so interesting. Isn't the person standing next to you Ashley's brother? Even if it's a lie, I can't blame you. After all, you've settled abroad. It's not strange that you don't know these things in the country."

Midge finished speaking and sneered: "The daughter of the ordinary family you mentioned, her name is Ashley. Three years ago, she was still the young lady of Patterson's house. Her intelligence, who in this city didn't know?"


But because of Milan, she set up her best friend and was harassed by a group of thugs, causing that best friend to be unable to bear it anymore and commit suicide, this matter, everyone knows. The funny thing is that the man she missed day and night, personally threw her into prison."

Elliot looked at Bentley, his eyes filled with doubt: "... Really?"


Bentley didn't say anything, just silently admitted.

Elliot's heart suddenly beat hard, as if it was hit by something.

He looked at Ashley again: "Really?"

Ashley stood in the crowd, looking at Elliot... The chaos in the man's eyes, she could see.

Midge added fuel to the fire: "What kind of person is Milan, Elliot? You must not be a shallow person, right? At that time, he was the one who put Ashley in jail. If this didn't happen... Then ask the young master standing next to you, ask if Patterson's house still recognizes this girl as Ashley."

"I remember, Patterson's house published a newspaper, not admitting that they have a child like Ashley."

Midge said, her eyes fixed on Ashley's face: "Outsiders like us don't believe her, let alone the past. If even her family doesn't believe her, then, Elliot, tell me, is she guilty?"

If even her family doesn't believe it, then, Elliot, tell me, is she guilty?

This sentence, made Elliot's heart fall into chaos.

He looked at Bentley, but Bentley tilted his head away... The meaning was very clear - what Midge said, was all true.

Elliot was still a little panicked... He had always thought that Ashley was just a wandering woman.

He didn't know, she was the young lady of Patterson's house, and she had done such despicable things.

Framing, bribery, conspiracy, harassment... Any crime was extremely evil.

He was a little panicked, suddenly looking towards the red money suitcase, remembering what Midge had just said: Ashley, for money, she could do anything. He also remembered, that yesterday when they were in the private room, Kane had hinted at the secret... So, everyone knew, was it just him who didn't know?

He could accept everything about Ashley, but...

They look unwilling, like a tsunami. Elliot couldn't accept it, the woman he treated seriously for the first time was like this. How could an arrogant person like him love a murderer who had become so cruel because of her selfishness?

She may not be beautiful, she may not be cute, and her body may have flaws. There is only one.

Personality cannot have flaws. The heart is already so dark and ugly.

Unacceptable.

No no no… He was only fascinated by her body, fascinated by her lips, just brainwashed, thinking that this is love…

Elliot, as the dignified successor of his family, how could he love such a shameless and brutal murderer? Impossible.

In his heart, he firmly denied everything.

Finally, Elliot shifted his gaze, placed on the woman, one knee on the ground, and crawled out to massage the leg of an old man in the crowd… 'I will give you a chance, what they said… is there a single sentence that is wrong?"

The Elliot of this moment, is no longer the man in Ashley's eyes, with the shining image of the past, completely different.

The pain in her heart was ignored by Ashley, looking towards Elliot from the crowd… She just didn't expect that she would use this method to open Pandora's box, and would use this method to let him see her ugliness and past.

She slowly opened her mouth: 'Elliot. I told you, I didn't hurt Gina, do you believe me?"

Midge laughed: 'Ashley, you dare to do that but don't dare to admit it, do you still have any dignity? If it weren't for that, would we frame you? Even if we frame you, would Milan frame you?

If it wasn't for you, you came to explain, then why didn't your biological parents acknowledge you, your brother, Bentley, was standing there, you were being bullied, why didn't he stand up to help you instead of letting us trample on you?"

Every sentence, every word, was knocking on Ashley's heart.

If she didn't do it, would Milan blame her?

If she didn't do it, why wouldn't her parents accept her?

If she didn't do it, her brother would stand in front of her, and let her be trampled instead of standing up to help her.

One sentence after another.

Ashley took a deep breath, in her chest, the pain was so intense that she could barely breathe... She also wanted to scream: Is it my fault that Milan blames me?

Is it my fault that my parents don't accept me?

Is it my fault that my brother stood in front of me and watched me being bullied without helping me? I don't.

Because of Milan's choice, my parents' choice, my brother's choice... Because of that, I'm not guilty, but I also became guilty.

Who cares about the so-called truth?

Anyway, even Milan made a move, he was sure that she did it.

Anyway, her parents didn't want to acknowledge her anymore, it seemed like she did it.

Anyway, they bullied her like this, but her brother stood next to her without saying a word to her... She must have done it.

Her eyes, glancing at the people around her... Didn't they all think that it was natural? In any case, they had already thrown aside things that had nothing to do with them, in any case, this circle, a few seconds ago they were still friends, a few seconds later everyone was sad, most likely the first person to make a move on you, would be your closest 'good friend".

She suddenly closed her eyes tightly. Only then could she hide the violent and chaotic mood swings in her eyes.

Can't see, don't want to see... They don't deserve to be seen.

Elliot's hand fell close to his body, holding tightly, he wanted to choose to believe her, but... many people said she was guilty, Milan said she was guilty, maybe it was a false accusation, but even her relatives, her biological parents, her biological brother all said she was guilty... Elliot wanted to believe, but couldn't believe.