None of the three spoke.

Luther and Yves stood aside with different thoughts, watching Byron inspect the experiment table. Yves was so nervous that he had to hold his breath.

‘If possible, I wouldn’t follow Byron's instructions to restore the scene, as it would be too easy to reveal any flaws.

‘But if I refuse, it is equivalent to telling Byron that I’m guilty!

After he considered both options, he had no choice but to restore the exact arrangements on the experimental bench, and tampered with it, hoping not to be discovered by Byron!

Byron knew nothing about his thoughts, he just focused on looking at the arrangement of medicines on the laboratory table and checked the things on the table carefully.

While checking, he recalled the details he saw on the surveillance that day.

Almost every bottle had passed through Rosalie's hands, which is imprinted clearly in Byron’s memory.

Suddenly, Byron's gaze was fixated on a transparent bottle on the side, and he stared at it for a few se