Colton
“This is getting more complicated.” Fabian murmured.
We were currently in our home office, we couldn't risk having the conversation in our room as we didn't know when someone might be eavesdropping on us.
“Tell me more about it.” Samuel said and leaned back on his swivel chair behind his desk.
“So he told you he wasn't the culprit?” Fabian asked after a while.
I nodded as my thoughts wandered around. Was that man saying the truth? If so, who then was the person that stabbed our mother?
“In every lie, there's an iota of truth.” Fabian said.
“Same way in every truth, there's a lie.”
“The thing we should be doing now is how to draw out more truth from the man, not sit and argue about truth and lie.”
“How do we do that? It's not like we aren't trying our best.” Samuel said an
