Amelia tossed the item toward her. “You’re responsible for my mother’s daily needs. The the Cromwell family trusted you, allowing you to handle everything. You claim you didn’t know the effects of this sachet, yet you even stuffed medicinal residue into my mother’s pillow. Clearly, you knew exactly what you were doing.”
The evidence came swiftly and decisively, slapping Aunt Ashford across the face like an invisible hand.
The moment Amelia yanked off her sachet, Aunt Ashford had already panicked.
She never expected anyone to discover the secret hidden in the pillow.
Her legs went weak, and her gaze darted about frantically.
“Are you going to confess now, or would you rather explain everything to the police?” Amelia’s presence was suffocating.
Aunt Ashford bit her lip, refusing to adm
