"No," I repeated that single word like a mantra, refusing to accept such a horrendous lie. It couldn't be...he wouldn't...No, I chose to have faith in him.
"Luther is not a murderer," I said firmly and calmly this time. I refused to panic and crumble because of this old man's desperate plan to separate us. "Only a sick father would accuse his own son to be a murderer just so his girlfriend, the woman he dislikes for him, will finally leave him?" I asked in a contemptuous tone.
Instead of showing guilt for devising a despicable plan, he smirked as though toying with me. "Ask him. He wouldn't lie to you, would he?" he asked back in a mocking tone.
Yes, Luther wouldn't...he wouldn't deny if...No, stop assuming he had done it, I scolded myself. I must talk with him. I needed to hear from hi
