Guidebook for the Dark Duke

    Duke Wilson was stunned for a moment, he looked at Evan's blue eyes a little dull, as if riding a lake, clear and clean, his golden curly hair, in the sunshine Under the irradiation, it emits a soft light, just like the warm sun of spring, warm and beautiful.

    "You...you..." Duke Wilson was speechless.

    Evan smiled at this moment, his handsome features became more gentle and smooth: "Lord Duke, you can call me Evan."

    Duke Wilson raised his hand tremblingly, but stopped when he touched Evan's cheek, he spit out the tone with some difficulty: "Evan..."

    Evan smiled and held the Duke's hand, and said warmly, "Lord Duke, thank you for your comfort today."

    Duke Wilson just felt as if his hand had been scalded by something, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but in the end he stopped his behavior and twitched the corners of his mouth a little stiffly and said: "you are welcome."

    Evan saw that his purpose had been initially achieved, so he stopped teasing Duke Wilson. He let go of Duke Wilson's hand and stood up. Duke Wilson also stood up with him, It's just that his posture is a little stiff.

    Evan just pretended not to see, and said warmly: "Edward should be waking up soon, I will go in to see him, there are many things in the church in the afternoon, I have to go back early."

    Duke Wilson heard him say he was going back, raised his head suddenly, looked at Evan's soft eyes, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart: "So soon?"

    Evan smiled: "You said it last time, don't delay my work." He said this with a bit of ridicule, but he actually knew how much he was Care about the last time the duke let him go.

    As expected, speaking of this, the Duke's expression became a little embarrassed, and he coughed a few times: "I was really rude about what happened last time, please don't mind, this time please make sure To stay, let me make up for the mistakes last time."

    Evan waved his hand generously: "No need, Lord Duke, I really have something to do this time."

    Duke Wilson's face was very stiff, so he didn't hold back any longer, and stood where he was, watching Evan walk through the rose bushes and walk back to the castle.

    Evan noticed Duke Wilson's gaze, and there was a smile of determination on the corner of his mouth. The duke has now begun to slowly walk into the trap he laid, and he will soon succeed. .

    When Evan returned to Edward's room, Arya was not there. According to Evan's speculation, Arya definitely did not want to see her go first. He was in no mood to act against Arya, so he comforted little Edward who had just woken up, turned and went downstairs.

      The cold Duke nodded at Evan and said warmly, "I'll take you out."

    Evan smiled and responded.

    The duke kept sending Evan to the gate of the manor. Evan waved at the duke, turned around and left, but the duke stayed where he was, watching him leave.

    Watching Evan go farther and farther, the Duke's expression suddenly became a little dazed, Evan is the most noble and upright person he has ever seen in this world, and he is the one he most wants to be friends with friends, but today...

    The duke frowned slightly, and without thinking any further, he turned and walked into the manor.

    **

    When Evan returned to the church, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Mrs. Sanders came back. After the previous pain and pain, Mrs. Sanders finally recovered, but she was better than before. Said to have lost a lot of weight, the skirt that originally fit was actually a bit empty when worn on the body, and Evan felt a little scary looking at it.

    "My dear lady, your body has not recovered yet, so you should rest for a few more days." Evan said worriedly.

    Mrs. Sanders' face was a little sallow, she waved her hand gently: "I've rested enough, I want to continue working."

    Mr. Chandler was also worried when he sent Mrs. Sanders: "Madam, are you really okay?"

    Mrs. Sanders looked at Mr. Chandler with a softer expression: "Don't worry, I know my own body."

    At the insistence of Mrs. Sanders, Mr. Chandler finally left worried. Before leaving, he kept instructing Evan to take more care of Mrs. Sanders. Evan naturally The meaning should be down.

    To be honest, with Mrs. Sanders' fragile body, he didn't dare to let her do anything at all.

    It's just that Mrs. Sanders is very stubborn. Even so, she insists on reading the ledger of the parish. After the efforts of Evan and George in the past few days, many inconsistent entries in the ledger have been found. , Mrs. Sanders frowned as she looked at the accounts calculated by Evan.

    "With so much money gone, Pastor Ross has absolutely no such ability. I wrote to him a few days ago. He is still a pastor in a small church in Wales. If he had so much money, he would never be reduced to this level."

    Evan also agrees with Mrs. Sanders very much. If he can still believe the previous money, such a large asset has long exceeded what a church pastor can handle. The scope, not to mention so many financial aspects, is that Pastor Ross is just an honest country pastor, how can he know so much.

    "Such a large asset has exceeded our ability to handle. It seems that we still have to report to the church." Evan said with some concern.

    Mrs. Sanders did not object this time. They are simply unable to handle such a large amount of money.

    "You said that you really need to report to the church, but do you have any doubts in your heart?" Mrs. Sanders asked.

      It was so hard for me, and he hurt my faith so much."

    Mrs. Sanders' expression softened, she walked to Evan's side, and said softly: "Oh, Pastor Bruce, I know your mood, but this matter is too terrible, To steal money from the church is not only a violation of the law, but also a moral corruption, and you should not be soft-hearted."

    Evan pretended to sigh, with a bit of pity in his eyes: "Even so, I still have a hard time believing..." He was almost speechless and picked up a piece of paper from the table. A document was handed to Mrs. Sanders.

    Mrs. Sanders took it with some doubts, and the names of the people who handled the money were written on it, including Mr. Stewart, the church's accountant, Mr. Johnson, the church's lawyer, and some others. Delegates and donors.

    There is no problem with these donors and deans, the donors are naturally self-evident, and the deans are still in Derain Church today, and their property status is easy to check.

    The other two people are very suspicious, especially Mr. Stewart, as the accountant of the church, he controls all the financial affairs of the church. It couldn't be easier, but Mrs. Sanders was the first to rule out Mr. Stewart.

    "Mr. Stewart is a devout believer. He is in his sixties this year. For God's sake, Pastor Bruce, there is absolutely no way he would do such a thing." Mrs Des was very excited.

    But Evan disapproved of Mrs. Sanders' subjective attitude. Even the most devout Christians would be hard-pressed to face such a large fortune, but he But he couldn't say that on the face, so he said: "Madam, I understand what you mean, but this is a matter of the church after all, I'm just honestly telling what I know, as for who did it, I still need the church to come judge."

    Mrs. Sanders was a little dejected. He knew that what Evan said was right, but at the same time he couldn't bear it, and asked in a low voice, "Then do you want to call the police?"

    This can make Evan stumped. To be honest, he is reluctant to call the police. This matter is a scandal. The fewer people who know about it, the better, otherwise many people will no longer I would like to donate money to the church.

      mood.

    Mrs. Sanders nodded, she did not know anything about the bishop like Evan, she knew the character of the local bishop very well, and she was definitely a person who hated evil. will lead to a court decision.

    Evan decided to write to the bishop the next day, and Mrs. Sanders also decided to control the news of the matter first and resolve the matter thoroughly before the situation deteriorated further.

    Since the two have decided, Mrs. Sanders went to educate the poor deacon, and Evan began to write to the bishop, only a few lines The words were interrupted by the church janitor.

    "Mr. Pastor." The doorman stood awkwardly at the door.

    Evan was a little impatient, but he still smiled like a spring breeze: "What's the matter, James, what's the matter?"

    James walked in for a while, and in the bright and tidy room, he was almost at a loss: "Mr. Pastor, here is your letter."

    "My letter?" Evan took the letter from James with some doubts. The person who delivered the letter this morning didn't say he had a letter. Besides, he didn't have anything to write. letter person.

    "This letter was sent to the wrong address and was sent elsewhere. It was delivered at noon today. It is an expedited letter." James said in a low voice.

    Evan frowned at this moment. He looked at the name on the envelope and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

    It turned out to be a letter from Jimmy, John's valet.

    Evan had asked someone to find Jimmy in London before, but there was no news. Now that there is news, Evan is also very nervous.

    Evan almost couldn't wait to open the letter. Although Jimmy had studied, the font was very scribbled. Evan looked at the handwriting on the envelope. The letter was forwarded no less than three times. , that's where I found it.

    Evan opened the letter, and as soon as he read the beginning, his eyebrows wrinkled into a sharp arc, and then he continued to read, and he couldn't help but gasp.

    Evan stood up quickly and asked James, "What day is it today?"

    James was a little confused: "Yes, it is October 7th." After speaking, he seemed to think of something, and continued: "Today is the day when Mrs. Lawrence goes to court, that terrible The woman is finally to be hanged."

    Evan jumped up from behind the table and rushed to the tea room next door, where Mrs. Sanders was sitting knitting sweaters, and frowned when she saw Evan in such a hurry : "Pastor Bruce, what's wrong with you?"

    Evan could hardly restrain his inner excitement. He held Mrs. Sanders' hands and asked loudly, "Madam, whose child is John?"

    Mrs. Sanders' surprised face flashed a trace of embarrassment, she took her hand out of Evan's hand, turned and looked out the window: "Didn't you already know?"

    Evan was furious and hurriedly said: "I guessed that, I need you to tell me now."

    Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan with some doubts: "What's the matter with you?"

    "It's too late to say more." Evan shook the letter in the handshake anxiously: "Just tell me, it's very important."

    Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan for a while, only to see Evan in a frenzy, and then said: "John is my child."

    "It's your child." John stared at Mrs. Sanders: "Isn't it Mr. Lawrence's child?"

    Mrs. Sanders blushed suddenly, as if offended: "Why do you think so of me! Mr. Lawrence is a married woman, how can I have a relationship with him? what relationship."

    Evan was stunned. He looked at Mrs. Sanders as if he was looking at something strange: "John isn't your and Mr. Lawrence's child?" he murmured.

    "Of course not!" Mrs. Sanders turned pale with anger.

    "Then how did he get to Lawrence's house?" Evan instantly regained his sanity and asked immediately.

    Mrs. Sanders' face showed a touch of guilt: "When I gave birth to him, his father abandoned us, and I was unable to raise him, so I put He gave it to Mrs. Lawrence, who was killed by typhoid fever. I have never had contact with him for so many years, I just want to make his life better, but I don't want to..." Mrs. Sanders burst into tears.

    Evan stepped forward and supported Mrs. Sanders' shoulders, but his eyes were shining, John's life experience was like this, all his doubts about this matter were in Jimmy's It was explained in the letter that this matter was definitely not done by Mrs. Lawrence, and he is now very sure!

    Evan stroked Mrs. Sanders' back lightly and whispered, "Madam, I have to leave now, Mrs. Lawrence was framed."

    "What?" Mrs. Sanders raised her head: "How is this possible? When I accused her, she admitted it!"

    Evan looked down at Mrs. Sanders and said warmly: "In this matter, I have talked about the power of love countless times, Mrs. Sanders, what do you think Mrs. Lawrence is like? people?"

    Mrs. Sanders is a little confused, how can this matter be related to love?

    Evan picked up a glass of water from the table and handed it to Mrs. Sanders: "I said, love comes from nowhere, no reason, no reason, sometimes love can make I do the most incredible thing, you must never underestimate the power of love, your love for John brought you to the brink of death, but also brought you back to life, Mrs. Sanders, the last thing we should ignore in this world is love. "

    Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan and suddenly seemed to have thought of something. She covered her face in excitement and sobbed.

    Evan lowered his eyebrows, looked at Mrs. Sanders, and patted her back lightly. This matter is actually very simple, but because of the doping of so many branches, this The matter is extremely complicated, and at the same time blindfolded people's eyes.

    "Mr. Pastor...now...what should we do?" Mrs. Sanders suddenly looked up at Evan.

    Evan looked at Mrs. Sanders with sadness in her eyes: "Ma'am, God arranged for me to figure this out, then I must report this to Sheriff Chandler , today is the day of Mrs. Lawrence's trial, and I don't want an innocent person to be sentenced."

    Mrs. Sanders leaned back on the chair with a pale face and looked out of the window: "If that's the case, then you can go quickly, I don't want John to die in a vague way."

    Evan sighed and patted Mrs. Sanders on the shoulder, no wonder Mrs. Sanders was so sad, her child was murdered, but she could not be in the name of her mother Do something, it doesn't feel good on anyone.

    But Evan couldn't stay too much at this time, this matter was too urgent, he comforted Mrs. Sanders, then hurried out and jumped on a A rental carriage quickly ran towards the county court.

    Evan was very anxious, but God did not give face, he just got out of Delan Lier, the carriage he was riding in had a problem, the wheels were completely deformed, and it was impossible to move at all, and this place was There is no one, and there is no way to quickly get on the carriage.

    Evan stood beside the carriage, frowning, wondering if this was fate, whether Mrs. Lawrence's sacrifice and the looming truth could really be revealed to the world, and now it depends on a carriage , it's so ridiculous.

    At this moment, the sound of a carriage suddenly came from the same place. Evan's expression was shocked, he turned and looked over, and sure enough, a carriage was coming.

    As the carriage got closer and closer, Evan's expression became a little more meaningful, it turned out to be Duke Wilson's carriage.

    Finally the carriage stopped beside Evan, the driver knew Evan and immediately said, "Pastor Bruce?"

    As soon as the coachman finished speaking, the carriage door was opened from the inside, and Duke Wilson's stern white face instantly appeared in front of Evan's eyes.

    "Lord Duke." Evan nodded slightly.

    "Mr. Reverend, why are you here?" Duke Wilson looked at Evan with some surprise.

    Evan bowed his head and smiled bitterly: "I originally wanted to go to the county court, but the carriage broke down."

    Looking at the guilty coachman next to him, Duke Wilson frowned: "Are you going to see Mrs. Lawrence's trial? It's too late, come up quickly."

    Evan didn't refuse, and got into the duke's carriage. Before getting into the carriage, he still did not forget to give the coachman the money. The coachman almost thanked Evan. Wen sent the duke's carriage, he did not expect that the priest would be so kind.

    When Evan got into the car, Duke Wilson looked at him with a soft color and whispered: "Are you going to pray for Mrs. Lawrence?"

    Evan sighed: "To tell you the truth, I want to stop this trial."

    Duke Wilson was a little surprised: "Why is this?"

    Evan repeated the conclusion he had come to, and Duke Wilson couldn't help but sighed: "It wasn't Mrs. Lawrence who did it? Then do you have other candidates in your heart?"

    Evan's mouth curled into a smile and whispered: "Lord Duke, I ignored a lot of things before, but now things are very clear, about your question, I already have it in my heart. candidate."

    Duke Wilson looked at Evan's gentle smile, and for some reason he couldn't help but stop for a beat. He immediately pretended to look out the window calmly. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said unintentionally : "It's good if you have an idea."

    Evan looked at his reaction and felt a little joy in his heart. It seemed that the Duke's senses of him were getting better and better.

      .

    By the time we finally got to the county courthouse, the trial was about to begin.

    Evan rushed out of the carriage and rushed into the courthouse.

     Sheriff Chandler was standing proudly at the door of the courtroom, with several superintendents following him closely.

    He saw Evan at a glance, and hurriedly waved at Evan: "Pastor Bruce! Here!"

    Evan walked quickly across the corridor, Sheriff Chandler smiled and patted his shoulder: "I thought you wouldn't come, how did you change your mind?"

    Evan gasped for breath and said quickly: "Sheriff, we caught the wrong person!"

    Sheriff Chandler was a little surprised by what Evan said, and then laughed out loud: "My good pastor, don't make fun of me!"

    "I'm not joking with you." Evan looked very serious: "I have found evidence, please stop this trial!"

     Sheriff Chandler stared at Evan in astonishment: "You...are you telling the truth?"

    Evan nodded solemnly: "This matter is about human life, please pay attention to it."

    The cigarette bar in Sheriff Chandler's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, he suddenly woke up and beckoned to the policeman behind him: "Go to Judge Conville and say that the police have found With new evidence, today's proceedings need to be put on hold."

    The policeman was shocked, as if he didn't believe that the sheriff would listen to a pastor's nonsense. He wanted to interject, but she was waved mercilessly by Sheriff Chandler: " No need to say more! Go!"

    The policeman quickly ran to the judge's office.

    Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan with a meaningful look, and said solemnly: "Mr. Pastor, I trust your judgment, but I hope you can understand what you are doing. "

    Evan looked at Sheriff Chandler with a smile: "Of course I know this, you can rest assured."

      Romance novel.

    Judge Convair was furious, not only because Sheriff Chandler had so arbitrarily decided to stay the proceedings, but also because he was taken from the comfort of the sofa in a very brutal way by Sheriff Chandler Pulled into this empty hall, there was an unusually handsome young priest sitting in front of him.

    "Mr. Pastor." Judge Convair is a devout Protestant, so when facing a pastor, he still held back his dissatisfaction: "Officer Chandler said that you have a problem with this case. Different opinions, is this true?" Judge Convair looked at Evan suspiciously.

    Evan looked at Judge Convair very gently and smiled gently: "I do have some opinions, and I would like you to be a testimony here."

     Judge Conville frowned slightly: "Mr. Pastor, it's not that I don't trust you, God testifies, the most respectable person in this world is the pastor, but I have to say, this case It seems very clear to me that you are not a professional detective, whether it is too reckless to say such a thing."

    Evan fully understands the meaning of the conservative judge. In fact, he sometimes does not want to be in the limelight, but in the face of a human life, he still cannot turn a blind eye.

    "Your Majesty, after all, this is a matter of human life. Before you make a judgment, please listen to my thoughts first, and then make a decision. Faced with such a thing, I can't let go My doubts." Evan said very cautiously.

     Judge Conville had to agree to such a high-sounding rhetoric. He has been a judge for more than 30 years, and this is the first time he has been taught this way by a priest.

    At this moment, someone suddenly came from the corridor, accompanied by crisp applause, Evan and Judge Conville looked back at the same time.

    Duke Wilson came out of the shadows and looked at Evan with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Mr. Pastor, your merciful God will also be moved."

    As soon as it was Duke Wilson, Judge Convair's expression changed immediately, and he walked over to the Duke almost respectfully, bowed and said, "Lord Duke."

    Duke Wilson raised the corner of his mouth proudly: "Judge Conville, your choice is very correct."

    Judge Conville was overjoyed: "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Bruce Reverend is a respectable person, and as a judge, I naturally won't jeopardize people's lives."

    Duke Wilson nodded in satisfaction.

    Evan was almost embarrassed, although he wanted to win the duke's favor, but even his thick-skinned admiration made him blush.

    "I am well-deserved for your compliment. I don't know more about this matter than anyone else, but I don't know less than anyone else. I just hope to be able to fully describe what I know. As the matter is described, it will be our honorable judge who will make the ruling." Evan nodded slightly at Judge Convair.

    Judge Convair was very satisfied with Evan's compliment, and there was even a smile on his face.

    The corner of Duke Wilson's mouth flashed an almost imperceptible smile, and the look in Evan's eyes softened a little.

    At this time, Sheriff Chandler came to the scene with all the parties involved.

    Sheriff Chandler was very surprised that the Duke was there, but for him, it was a good thing, because after all, it was a very honorable thing to have a Duke testify.

    Mrs. Lawrence was very haggard due to the long-term imprisonment. She had a pale face and looked straight at her feet, indifferent to everything around her.

    Although Mr. Lawrence did not suffer the pain of prison, his face was even uglier than Mrs. Lawrence. His original graceful demeanor was completely lost at this moment, his clothes were a little wrinkled, and the stubble on his face was also Very dense, looking at Mrs. Lawrence the whole time, with deep sadness in her eyes.

    Mrs. Sanders was better. She was supported by Mr. Chandler with a calm expression. Only when she looked at the Lawrence family, her eyes showed a trace of hatred.

    Dr. Hester was bewildered and took Arya to the side, not knowing where to put her hands, but fortunately Arya was calmer, holding the sea tightly all the time Doctor's arm.

    Since everyone has come, Chief Chandler stood in the middle of the hall and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, everyone must know that I called everyone to this place this time. Purpose, I have made my judgment this time about the death of Mr. Derainer John Lawrence, and I have also obtained the testimony of Mrs. Lawrence's guilty plea, but now, Pastor Bruce has disputed my conclusion."

     Officer Chandler paused a little when he said this, and everyone in the field was shocked, especially Mrs. Lawrence, she almost looked at Evan in panic, in her eyes All are unbelievable.

    "You...you can't..." muttered Mrs. Lawrence.

    Evan looked at Mrs. Lawrence's mouth with a slight arc: "Mrs. Lawrence, your sacrifice deeply admires me, but such a sacrifice is meaningless, everyone should do it for themselves What goes wrong pays the price, you sacrifice yourself, and little John's soul will not rest in peace."

    Mrs. Lawrence almost fell to her knees: "No...no...I did this, my John, my John I killed..."

    Evan looked at Mrs. Lawrence with a hint of pity: "Then why did you kill John?"

    Mrs. Lawrence looked around in a panic, when she saw Mrs. Sanders, a deep despair suddenly overflowed from the bottom of her heart: "I...I don't know, I accidentally killed His, I didn't mean to... please..."

    Evan sighed deeply: "I respect your sacrifice, but please also respect the cognitive ability of everyone present, John's wound is a blow injury caused by a left-handed man, if You killed John by mistake, then you need to lift that heavy table lamp with one hand and hit John who is at least ten inches taller than you, you see, you are a thin lady, I don't think you can This result was unintentional."

    Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on the thin Mrs. Lawrence, she was wearing the smallest size clothes, and she still looked very empty, which had always been something that Mrs. Lawrence was proud of, But at this time it became a fatal flaw.

     Sheriff Chandler suddenly spoke at this moment: "What about John's fall?"

    He looked at Mrs. Lawrence, but Mrs. Lawrence looked blank.

    Evan nodded at Sheriff Chandler: "Mr. Sheriff, thank you for your question, we can now intuitively see that Mrs. Lawrence did not know about John's depravity, Her depravity is nothing more than John's insistence on getting engaged to Miss Arya because of disobedience, and she doesn't know anything about Mr. John's dark side."

    Mrs. Lawrence seemed to grab a piece of driftwood at this time, and said loudly: "I know! I know!"

    Evan looked at her sadly and said softly: "My dear lady, please don't deceive us any more, only Jimmy knew about John's fall, and he only told one person."

    Evan looked at Mr. Lawrence, who was standing behind Mrs. Lawrence with his head bowed. From just now, he stood there straight like a stiff dead wood, without saying a word.

    And when Evan finished saying this, he finally raised his head and burst into tears.

    Mrs. Lawrence pounced on Mr. Lawrence like crazy, she hugged Mr. Lawrence's back tightly, hoarse: "You go! Get out of this place! This is a place cursed by God. He'll devour you! Everyone wants to frame you! My poor John!"

    Mr. Lawrence's Christian name is also John.

    Mr. Lawrence seemed to be given by something, and let Mrs. Lawrence tore his clothes without moving.

    "Are you talking about me?" Mr. Lawrence looked at Evan with a hint of relief.

    Evan nodded regretfully and handed the letter in his hand to Sheriff Chandler.

    The content of Jimmy's letter is very simple, he told Mr. Lawrence everything that night, but unfortunately, Mr. Lawrence did not appreciate his honesty, and kicked him out of the Lawrence house on the spot, And warned him not to talk nonsense.

    Poor Jimmy walked out of Lawrence's house in a daze, but felt very sorry for little John, so he returned to Lawrence's house and wanted to say sorry to John, but when he went, he happened to see Mr. Lawrence came out of the house.

    The next day, the news of John's death spread throughout Derain, and Jimmy was like a frightened rabbit, quickly jumping on the earliest train and leaving forever To Delan Lier, he wrote this letter before he left, but because of the poor writing, the truth has not finally come to light until now.

    Sheriff Chandler looked at Mr. Lawrence in shock. He couldn't believe that this gentle man in front of him would do such a shocking thing. Compared with this, He would rather believe that it was Mrs. Lawrence who did it.

    "Then... what about that brooch?" Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan as if he had suddenly reacted, with an eagerness in his eyes.

    Speaking of this, Evan couldn't help but look at Mrs. Lawrence.

    "Mr. Sheriff, you are a man, and it may be difficult to understand a woman's love for jewelry, Mrs. Lawrence is a fashion icon throughout Desiree, she wears the most gorgeous Evening dress, with the latest bags in London, she likes to hold dinner parties and boast about her life, she has an urgent pursuit for a high-quality life, I can't understand, when such a person gets a unique brooch in the world , why did not wear it once, but finally fell into the fire, buried beside the body of his favorite son, but in the end he never even searched for it once."

    Evan approached Mrs. Lawrence step by step, she looked at her with an almost pleading look, and asked in a gentle tone: "My dear lady, please tell me, what is on this brooch? What color is the pearl? What is written on the back of it?"

    Mrs. Lawrence was almost in a panic at this time, she waved her hands indiscriminately and looked at Mr. Lawrence as if for help: "I... I forgot, I did it... I did it, You have to believe me!" She grabbed Evan's hands indiscriminately and said almost in a pleading tone.

    Evan looked at her indifferently: "Madam, please tell me."

    "Don't ask me again! You devil! You will go to hell!" Mrs. Lawrence was almost hysterical, she tore Evan's sleeves indiscriminately, her eyes full of The fury of hatred.

    Duke Wilson frowned slightly and wanted to step forward to rescue Evan. Sheriff Chandler also responded quickly and wanted to order the police to pull Mrs. Lawrence away. The situation on the field At one point on the brink of losing control, everyone was stunned by Mrs. Lawrence's frenzied behavior.

    "The pearl was pink, and on the back of the brooch was written, To my dearest Mary, your godly John."

    Mr. Lawrence's voice cools down all the madness. The voice is neither high nor low, and it is gentle like reading a gentle love poem.