He walked coldly to Charlotte with a gloomy face.
"Charlotte," he said, "you should see this. William's face and body are covered in wounds, ones even makeup can't hide. Do you still believe his death was an accident?"
He continued, "If it was just a physical rejection from the experiment, how could he have so many knife wounds?"
Charlotte shuddered awkwardly. Then she stubbornly looked at him and said, "That's because he went crazy in the lab, attacking people and injuring himself! It has nothing to do with us!"
Benjamin gave a cold laugh, pulled a document from his briefcase, and flung it in Charlotte's face. "You say he volunteered for the experiment, then how come there are traces of sleeping pills in his system? As far as I know, he always slept well."
He pressed, "Charlotte!
