Seeing James’s expression start to soften, Amelia walked over, frowning slightly as she tugged gently at his sleeve. “James, what’s really going on? How could Rachel get poisoned?”
James turned his head, eyes fixed on hers, trying to catch even the tiniest flicker of guilt or deceit. But her wide, confused gaze didn’t give anything away.
“Rachel poisoned herself to frame Maria.” James still couldn’t shake off the suspicion. Even if Amelia didn’t do it, he still had things to clear up with her.
“What? That’s insane! Why would she do something so dumb?!” Amelia’s brows knitted in disbelief. A few seconds later, a look of realization crossed her face. “Wait a minute—you thought I was behind this? That I told her to do it?”
James didn’t respond, but his silence spoke for itself.
