"I was nearly choked to death by Philip that day. He'd been in a car crash, and when I tried to save him, he just... clamped his hands around my throat..."
After reliving and recounting everything, Sandra finally fell asleep exhausted in Jackie's arms.
Even in slumber, her lips still moved, whispering: "Philip, I hate you. I'll hate you forever."
"But Second Brother... I loved you so much. Why wouldn't you believe me? Why keep torturing me?"
"I'm so tired, Second Brother..."
Jackie gently patted her shoulder, handling her like priceless porcelain. "Sleep now. I'm staying right here."
He brushed his lips against her tear-stained cheeks. "San... this is all my fault."
Guilt twisted like a knife in his chest. He believed her now—every word. And he'd personally uncover the truth to clea
