Chapter 375

Cassandra stared at Ethan, his face so full of fake sincerity like he was desperate to help her, but she could see right through him—his words laced with traps, just waiting for her to fall in. That kind of two-faced act? Disgusting. "Mr. Carter, your fiancée’s miscarriage has absolutely nothing to do with me. I didn’t even get close to her, let alone touch her. What do you want me to admit to? Just because she happened to be near me, I’m automatically guilty? Deserve to die?” Her eyes were red and glistening, her voice trembling with a pitiful, choked tone that made her look heartbreakingly fragile. Ethan had rarely seen her lose it like this. It hit him like a punch to the gut. For a second, he actually hated himself—for trying to corner her like this, trying to destroy her world with his words just to satisfy others. But then he remembered the promises he made—to Mara and her mother, Faye Hawthorne—and shoved that flicker of guilt back down. He forced himself to keep going, caught i