Karen turned to look as well and was taken by surprise. “Old... Old Master?”

The care worker pushed Old Master Whitman into the room.

Yvonne’s lips twitched as she felt her body grow cold.

The old master might not be in the best state of mind, but his eyes were sharp and awake.

He glared at Yvonne and spat out the words slowly but clearly.

“You... That day… You were the one. I saw. You ran down the stairs with a jewelry box. There was blood on the box! You... You wanted to run... But did not expect Mad-Madeline to be there. You had no choice, so you hid in the flowerbed. When Madeline came in… she became your scapegoat!”

“...”

While the words were said with difficulty, they were clear and left Yvonne with no way to deny it.

“You! You heard him, Yvonne! How could you still deny that it wasn’t you?” Fuming, Karen slapped Yvonne again.

Yvonne shouted and stopped protesting as she cupped her cheek.

“You b*tch! How could you be so cruel as to steal my money and hit me?! Y