"Important," she said firmly. "To me, the truth is more important than anything else!"
"These events happened three years ago. Even if there was any surveillance evidence, it's long gone. Trying to help you overturn the case is already difficult enough, let alone uncovering the truth," he replied.
She forced a bitter smile, understanding his point. He was only willing to help her overturn the case; the actual truth didn't matter to him.
Why Camila had chosen to crash her car in a suicidal manner, or what she had been thinking that day, was irrelevant to him.
He had no real feelings for Camila, so her death was merely the loss of a suitable marriage prospect in his eyes.
"Jeffrey, you don't love Camila at all," she suddenly stated, her tone unwavering.
His gaze dropped slightly. "I never said I loved her."
"Then who do you love?" As soon as she asked, an answer flashed in his mind.
