The pain stimulation through dry needling did not last long. After a few minutes, Violet climbed up from the ground. Clusters of snow were stuck on her face as she looked at Rosalie in fear.

“Violet, if you don’t want to experience this pain again, you’d better be honest. How did you poison my mother back then?”

Rosalie was still burning in anger deep down as she glared at Violet.

At the same time, Byron had turned on the recorder.

Violet sat on the ground as she said, “Rosalie, I didn't do it. Gordon is dying, and he wants to frame me.”

Her expression changed vaguely.

Looking at the murderous bodyguards in front of her and looking at her son’s broken arms, she suddenly realized something.

With Rosalie’s current ability, Rosalie could indeed destroy her and her family.

Not to mention she had the Lawrence family backing her up.

Admitting it did not seem to matter anymore.

As she pondered about it, she sneered.

Rosalie and Byron spotted that.

“Why would Gordon frame you? Quit