Duke Wilson was stunned for a moment. He looked at Evan's blue eyes a little dull, as if he was riding a lake, clear and clean. His golden curly hair was emitting a soft light under the sunlight. Just like the warm sun of spring, warm and beautiful.

"You...you..." Duke Wilson was speechless.

Evan smiled at this moment, his handsome features became more gentle and moist: "Lord Duke, you can call me Evan."

Duke Wilson raised his hand tremblingly, but stopped at the moment it touched Evan's cheek, and he spit out the tone with some difficulty: "Evan..."

Evan held the Duke's hand with a smile, and said warmly, "Lord Duke, thank you for your comfort today."

Duke Wilson only felt that his hand was scalded by something, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but in the end he stopped his behavior, and twitched the corner of his mouth a little stiffly and said, "You're welcome."

Evan saw that his purpose had been initially achieved, so he stopped teasing Duke Wilson. He let go of Duke Wilson's hand and stood up. Duke Wilson also stood up with him, but his posture was slightly stiff.

Evan just pretended he couldn't see it, and said warmly, "Edward should be waking up soon. I'll go in and see him. There are still many things to do in the church in the afternoon. I have to go back early."

When Duke Wilson heard him say he was going back, he raised his head suddenly, looked at Evan's soft eyes, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart: "So soon?"

Evan smiled: "You said it last time, don't delay my work." His words were a bit sarcastic, but he actually knew how much he cared about the Duke letting him leave last time. matter.

Sure enough, speaking of this, the Duke's expression became a little embarrassed, and he coughed a few times: "I was really rude about what happened last time, please don't mind, this time, please stay and let me make up for it. second mistake."

Evan waved his hand generously: "No, Lord Duke, I really have something to do this time."

Duke Wilson's face was very stiff, so he didn't hold back any longer and stood where he was, watching Evan walk through the rose bushes and walk back to the castle.

Evan noticed Duke Wilson's gaze, and there was a smile of determination on the corner of his mouth. The Duke has now begun to slowly walk into the trap he laid, and he is about to succeed.

When Evan returned to Edward's room, Arya was not there. According to Evan's speculation, Arya definitely didn't want to see her leave first. That's fine, Evan was not in the mood to act against Arya. , so he comforted little Edward who had just woken up, turned and went downstairs.

When he got downstairs, the duke had also come back. After seeing him, a moment of embarrassment flashed on the duke's face, but in a flash he returned to the cold duke he was before, glaring at Evan. Nodding his head, he said warmly, "I'll take you out."

Evan smiled and responded.

The duke kept sending Evan to the gate of the manor. Evan waved at the duke, turned around and left, but the duke stayed where he was, watching him leave.

Watching Evan go further and further, the Duke's expression suddenly became a little dazed. Evan is the most noble and upright person he has ever seen in this world, and he is also the best friend he wants to make, but today...

The Duke frowned slightly, and without thinking any further, he turned and walked into the manor.

When Evan returned to the church, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Mrs. Sanders had come back. After the previous pain and pain, Mrs. Sanders finally recovered, but she was much thinner than before. The skirt, at this time, was a little empty, and Evan felt a little scary looking at it.

"My dear lady, your body has not recovered yet, so you should rest for a few more days." Evan said worriedly.

Mrs. Sanders' face was a little sallow, she waved her hand gently: "I've rested enough, I want to continue working."

Mr. Chandler, who sent Mrs. Sanders, was also worried: "Ma'am, are you really all right?"

Mrs. Sanders looked at Mr. Chandler with a softer expression: "Don't worry, I know my own body."

At the insistence of Mrs. Sanders, Mr. Chandler finally left worriedly. Before leaving, he kept instructing Evan to take more care of Mrs. Sanders. Evan naturally agreed.

To be honest, with such a fragile body as Mrs. Sanders, he didn't dare to let her do anything at all.

It's just that Mrs. Sanders is very stubborn. Even so, she insists on reading the ledger of the parish. With the efforts of Evan and George in the past few days, many inconsistent entries in the ledger have been found. Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan. Wen's calculated accounts frowned.

"So much money has disappeared. Pastor Ross has absolutely no such ability. I wrote to him a few days ago that he is still a pastor in a small church in Wales. If he had so much money, he would definitely It won't fall to this point."

Evan also fully agrees with Mrs. Sanders' statement. If he can believe the previous amount of money, such a large asset has long been beyond the scope of a church pastor, not to mention there are so many. The only financial aspect is that Pastor Ross is just an honest country pastor, how can he know so much.

"Such a large asset has exceeded our ability to handle it. It seems that we still have to report it to the church." Evan said with some concern.

Mrs. Sanders did not object this time. They were simply unable to handle such a large amount of money.

"What you said is that you really need to report to the church, but do you have any doubts in your heart?" Mrs. Sanders asked.

Evan pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and finally said: "My dear lady, whenever I encounter this kind of problem, I don't want to use malice to speculate on people's hearts, this is too difficult for me. Yes, he has done a great deal of damage to my faith."

Mrs. Sanders softened, walked to Evan's side, and said softly: "Oh, Pastor Bruce, I know how you feel, but this matter is too terrible to steal money from the church, not only It's just breaking the law, and it's morally corrupt, so you shouldn't be soft-hearted."

Evan pretended to sigh, with a bit of pity in his eyes: "Even so, I still have a hard time believing..." He was almost speechless, picked up a document from the table and handed it to Sander in front of Mrs.

Mrs. Sanders took it with some doubts, and the names of the people who handled the money were written on it, including Mr. Stewart, the church's accountant, Mr. Johnson, the church's lawyer, as well as some denominations and donors.

There is no problem with these donors and deans, the donors are naturally self-evident, and the deans are still in Derain Church today, and their property status is easy to check.

The other two are very suspicious, especially Mr. Stewart. As the church's accountant, he controls all the financial affairs of the church. These things are like looking for money for him. It couldn't be easier, but Sanders Mrs. Stewart was the first to rule out.

"Mr. Stewart is a devout believer. He is in his sixties this year. For God's sake, Pastor Bruce, he would never do such a thing." Mrs. Sanders was very excited.

However, Evan disapproved of Mrs. Sanders' subjective attitude. Even the most devout believers would find it difficult to remain unmoved in the face of such a large fortune, but he couldn't say that on the face, so Said: "Madam, I understand what you mean, but this is a matter of the church after all. I'm just honestly telling what I know. As for who did it, it's up to the church to judge."

Mrs. Sanders was a little dejected. He knew that what Evan said was right, but at the same time he couldn't bear it and asked in a low voice, "Then do you want to call the police?"

This makes Evan stumped. To be honest, he is reluctant to call the police. This matter is a scandal. The fewer people know about it, the better. Otherwise, many people will no longer be willing to donate money to the church.

"I can't make up my own mind about this matter, let the church decide." Evan sighed, this matter must be resolved absolutely, as for the method, it only depends on the mood of the bishop.

Mrs. Sanders nodded. Unlike Evan, she didn't know anything about bishops. She knew the character of the local bishop very well.

Evan decided to write to the bishop the next day, and Mrs. Sanders also decided to control the news of the matter first and resolve the matter thoroughly before the situation deteriorated further.

Now that the two had decided, Mrs. Sanders went to educate the poor congregants, while Evan began to write to the bishop. After writing only a few lines, he was caught by the church janitor. interrupted.

"Mr. Pastor." The gatekeeper stood at the door awkwardly.

Evan was a little impatient, but he still had a smile on his face: "What's the matter, James, what's the matter?"

James walked in periodically, and in the bright and tidy room, he was almost at a loss: "Mr. Pastor, here is your letter."

"My letter?" Evan took the letter from James with some doubts. The person who delivered the letter this morning didn't say that he had a letter. Besides, he didn't have anyone to write to.

"This letter was sent to the wrong address and was sent elsewhere. It was delivered at noon today. It is an expedited letter." James said in a low voice.

Evan suddenly frowned at this time. He looked at the name on the envelope and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

It turned out to be a letter from Jimmy, John's valet.

Evan had asked someone to find Jimmy in London before, but there was no news. Now that there is news, Evan is also very nervous.

Evan almost couldn't wait to open the letter. Although Jimmy had studied, the font was very scribbled. Evan looked at the handwriting on the envelope. The letter was forwarded no less than three times before he found it.

Evan opened the letter, and as soon as he read the beginning, his eyebrows wrinkled into a sharp arc, and then he continued to read, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Evan stood up quickly and asked James, "What day is it today?"

James was a little confused: "Yes, it's October 7th." After speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and continued: "Today is the day Mrs. Lawrence will go to court, and that terrible woman will finally be sentenced to hang. ."

Evan jumped up from behind the table and rushed to the tea room next door, where Mrs. Sanders was sitting knitting sweaters. Seeing Evan in such a hurry, she couldn't help frowning: "Pastor Bruce, what are you doing? What's up?"

Evan could hardly restrain his inner excitement. He held Mrs. Sanders' hands and asked loudly, "Ma'am, whose child is John?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Mrs. Sanders' surprised face. She took her hand out of Evan's hand and turned to look out the window: "Didn't you already know?"

Evan was furious and hurriedly said, "I guessed that. I need you to tell me now."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan with some doubts: "What's the matter with you?"

"It's too late to say more." Evan shook the letter in the handshake anxiously: "Just tell me, it's very important."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan for a while, only to see Evan with a burning heart, and then said: "John is my child."

"It's your child." John stared at Mrs. Sanders: "Isn't it Mr. Lawrence's child?"

Mrs. Sanders blushed suddenly, as if offended: "Why do you think so of me! Mr. Lawrence is a married woman, how can I have anything to do with him."

Evan was stunned. He looked at Mrs. Sanders as if he was looking at something strange: "John isn't your and Mr. Lawrence's child?" he murmured.

"Of course not!" Mrs. Sanders turned pale with anger.

"Then how did he get to Lawrence's house?" Evan instantly regained his sanity and asked immediately.

A faint guilt appeared on Mrs. Sanders' face: "When I gave birth to him, his father abandoned us, and I couldn't raise him, so I gave him to be taken away by typhoid fever. Mrs. Lawrence, who took the child's life. I have never had contact with him for so many years, I just want to make his life better, but I don't want to..." Mrs. Sanders burst into tears.

Evan stepped forward and supported Mrs. Sanders' shoulders, but his eyes were shining brightly. John's life experience turned out to be like this. All his doubts about this matter were explained in this letter from Jimmy. It was definitely not what Mrs. Lawrence did, he was very sure now!

Evan gently stroked Mrs. Sanders' back and whispered: "Madam, I have to leave now, Mrs. Lawrence was framed."

"What?" Mrs. Sanders raised her head. "How is this possible? When I accused her, she admitted it!"

Evan looked down at Mrs. Sanders and said warmly: "In this matter, I have talked about the power of love countless times, Mrs. Sanders, what kind of person do you think Mrs. Lawrence is?"

Mrs. Sanders is a little confused, how can this matter be related to love?

Evan picked up a glass of water from the table and handed it to Mrs. Sanders: "As I said, love comes from nowhere, for no reason and no reason, and sometimes love makes me do the most incredible things, Never underestimate the power of love, your love for John brought you to the brink of death and at the same time brought you back to life, Mrs. Sanders, the last thing in the world we should ignore is love."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan and suddenly seemed to think of something. She covered her face with excitement and sobbed.

Evan lowered his eyebrows, looked at Mrs. Sanders, and patted her on the back lightly. This matter is actually very simple, but because of the inclusion of so many branches, this matter is extremely complicated. blindfolded people.

"Mr. Reverend...now...what should we do?" Mrs. Sanders suddenly looked up at Evan.

Evan looked at Mrs. Sanders with sadness in her eyes: "Ma'am, God arranged for me to figure this out, then I must report this to Sheriff Chandler, today is the day Mrs. Lawrence is on trial. , I don't want an innocent person to be sentenced."

Mrs. Sanders leaned back on the chair with a pale face and looked out of the window: "If that's the case, then you can go quickly. I don't want John to die in an unclear manner."

Evan sighed and patted Mrs. Sanders on the shoulder, no wonder Mrs. Sanders was so sad, her child was murdered, but she couldn't do something in the name of her mother, and put it on whom Not feeling well.

But Evan couldn't stay too much at this time. This matter was too urgent. He comforted Mrs. Sanders and ran out in a hurry, jumped into a rental carriage, and quickly moved towards The county court ran.

Evan was very anxious, but God didn't give him face. He just got out of Delan Lier, and there was a problem with the carriage he was riding. The wheels were completely deformed and he couldn't move at all, and there were no people in this place, so he couldn't ride quickly at all. to the carriage.

Evan stood beside the carriage with a frown, thinking whether this was destiny, whether Mrs. Lawrence's sacrifice and the looming truth could really be revealed to the world, and now it depends on a carriage, which is too ridiculous.

At this moment, suddenly there was the sound of the carriage stepping in the same place, Evan's expression was shocked, he turned to look over, and sure enough, there was a carriage coming towards him.

As the carriage got closer, Evan's expression became a little more meaningful, it turned out to be Duke Wilson's carriage.

Finally, the carriage stopped beside Evan. The driver knew Evan and immediately said, "Pastor Bruce?"

As soon as the driver finished speaking, the carriage door was opened from the inside, and Duke Wilson's stern and white face instantly appeared in front of Evan's eyes.

"Lord Duke." Evan nodded slightly.

"Mr. Reverend, why are you here?" Duke Wilson looked at Evan in surprise.

Evan bowed his head and smiled bitterly: "I originally wanted to go to the county court, but the carriage broke down."

Looking at the guilt-ridden coachman next to him, Duke Wilson frowned: "Are you going to see Mrs. Lawrence's trial? It's too late, come up quickly."

Evan did not refuse, and got into the duke's carriage directly. Before getting on the carriage, he still did not forget to give the coachman the money. The coachman sent Evan to the duke's carriage almost gratefully. didn't expect that the pastor would be so kind.

When Evan got into the car, Duke Wilson looked at him with a soft color and whispered, "Are you going to pray for Mrs. Lawrence?"

Evan sighed: "To tell you the truth, I want to stop this trial."

Duke Wilson was a little surprised in an instant: "Why is this?"

Evan repeated the conclusion he had come to, and Duke Wilson couldn't help but sighed: "It wasn't Mrs. Lawrence who did it? Then do you have other candidates in your heart?"

Evan's mouth curled into a smile, and said in a low voice: "Lord Duke, I ignored a lot of things before, but now things are very clear. Regarding your question, I already have a candidate in my heart."

Duke Wilson looked at Evan's gentle smile, and for some reason he couldn't help but stop for a beat. He immediately pretended to look out the window calmly, and after a long time, he said unintentionally, "Since you know what you have in mind, then Okay."

Evan took a look at his reaction and felt a little joy in his heart. It seems that the Duke's senses of him are getting better and better.

The two of them spent the rest of the journey in silence. Evan sat in the corner of the carriage and meditated on a passage in the Bible. Although he was not a real pastor, he still had to maintain his professional ability.

By the time it finally arrived at the county court, the trial was about to begin.

Evan rushed out of the carriage and rushed into the courthouse.

Sheriff Chandler was standing proudly at the door of the courtroom, with several superintendents following him closely.

He saw Evan at a glance, and hurriedly waved at Evan: "Pastor Bruce! Here!"

Evan walked quickly across the corridor, and Sheriff Chandler smiled and patted his shoulder: "I thought you wouldn't come, how did you change your mind?"

Evan gasped for breath and said quickly, "Sheriff, we caught the wrong person!"

Sheriff Chandler was a little surprised by what Evan said, and then laughed out loud: "My good pastor, don't joke with me!"

"I'm not joking with you." Evan looked very serious: "I found evidence, please stop this trial!"

Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan dumbfounded: "You... what you said is true?"

Evan nodded solemnly: "This matter is about human life, please pay attention to it."

The cigarette in Sheriff Chandler's hand fell to the ground with a click, and he suddenly woke up and waved to the police officer behind him: "Go to Judge Conville, say the police have found new evidence, today's lawsuit It needs to be put on hold.”

The policeman was shocked, as if he didn't believe that the sheriff would listen to a pastor's nonsense. He wanted to interrupt, but he was waved mercilessly by Sheriff Chandler: "No more words! Go!"

The policeman quickly ran to the judge's office.

Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan with a meaningful look, and said solemnly: "Mr. Pastor, I trust your judgment, but I also hope that you can understand what you are doing."

Evan looked at Sheriff Chandler with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Of course I know this, you can rest assured."

This time, there should be an ending. After many days of doubts, he even doubted whether the place he came to was the love novel with pink bubbles.

Judge Conville was very angry, not only because Sheriff Chandler decided to postpone the proceedings so arbitrarily, but also because he was pulled from the comfortable sofa into this empty hall by Sheriff Chandler in a very brutal way. In front of him sat an unusually handsome young priest.

"Mr. Pastor." Judge Conville is a devout Protestant, so when facing a pastor, he still held back his dissatisfaction: "Officer Chandler said that you have a different opinion on this case, which is true Is it?" Judge Conwell looked at Evan suspiciously.

Evan looked at Judge Conville very gently, and smiled gently: "I do have some opinions, and I would like you to be a witness here."

Judge Conville frowned slightly: "Mr. Pastor, it's not that I don't trust you, God testifies, the most respected pastor in this world is the pastor, but I have to say, this case is very clear to me, you Not a professional detective, is it too reckless to say such a thing."

Evan fully understands the meaning of the conservative judge. In fact, he sometimes doesn't want to be in the limelight in this kind of thing, but in the face of a human life, he still can't turn a blind eye.

"Your Majesty, after all, this is a matter of human life. Before you make a judgment, please listen to my thoughts first, and then make a decision. In the face of such a thing, I can't let go of my doubts." Evan said very cautiously.

Judge Conwell had to agree to such a high-sounding rhetoric. He has been a judge for more than 30 years, and this is the first time he has been taught this way by a priest.

At this moment, someone suddenly came from the corridor, accompanied by crisp applause, Evan and Judge Conville looked back at the same time.

Duke Wilson came out of the shadows, looking at Evan with a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Mr. Reverend, your merciful God will also be moved."

As soon as it was Duke Wilson, Judge Convair's expression changed immediately. He walked to the Duke almost respectfully, and bowed, "Lord Duke."

Duke Wilson raised the corner of his mouth proudly: "Judge Conville, your decision is very correct."

Judge Conville was instantly overjoyed: "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Bruce Pastor is a respectable person, and as a judge, I naturally won't jeopardize people's lives."

Duke Wilson nodded with satisfaction.

Evan was almost a little embarrassed. Although he wanted to win the Duke's favor, even if he was thick-skinned, he felt a little blush with such blatant admiration.

"I am well-deserved for your compliment. I don't know more about this matter than anyone else, but I don't know less than anyone else. I just hope that I can fully describe what I know and make a ruling. It will be our honorable judge." Evan nodded slightly at Judge Convair.

Judge Convair was very satisfied with Evan's compliment, and there was even a smile on his face.

An almost imperceptible smile flashed at the corner of Duke Wilson's mouth, and his eyes softened a bit when he looked at Evan.

At this time, Sheriff Chandler came to the scene with all the relevant parties.

Sheriff Chandler was very surprised that the Duke was there, but for him, it was a good thing, because after all, it was a very honorable thing to have a Duke testify.

Mrs. Lawrence was very haggard due to the long-term imprisonment. She had a pale face and looked straight at her feet, indifferent to everything around her.

Although Mr. Lawrence did not suffer the pain of prison, his face was even more ugly than Mrs. Lawrence. His original graceful demeanor was completely lost at this moment, his clothes were a little wrinkled, and the stubble on his face was also very thick. Mrs. Lawrence, with deep sadness in her eyes.

Mrs. Sanders was better. She was supported by Mr. Chandler with a calm expression. Only when she looked at the Lawrence family, her eyes showed a trace of hatred.

Dr. Hester, on the other hand, took Arya to the side with a bewildered look on his face, not knowing where to put his hands. Fortunately, Arya was calmer and held onto Dr. Hester's arm all the time.

Now that everyone has arrived, Sheriff Chandler stood in the center of the hall and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, everyone must be very clear about the purpose of calling everyone to this place this time, this time about DeLandry. In the death of Mr. John Lawrence, I have made my judgment and have also obtained the testimony of Mrs. Lawrence's guilty plea, but now the Rev. Bruce has disputed my conclusion."

Officer Chandler paused slightly when he said this, and everyone in the field was shocked, especially Mrs. Lawrence, who almost looked at Evan in a panic, with disbelief in her eyes.

"You...you can't..." muttered Mrs. Lawrence.

Evan looked at Mrs. Lawrence's mouth with a slight arc: "Mrs. Lawrence, your sacrifice deeply admires me, but such a sacrifice is meaningless, everyone should pay for what they have done, your sacrifice Your own, little John's soul will not rest."

Mrs. Lawrence's legs softened and she almost fell to her knees: "No...no...I did all this, my John, my John was killed by me..."

Evan looked at Mrs. Lawrence with a hint of pity in her expression: "Then why did you kill John?"

Mrs. Lawrence looked around in panic, and when she saw Mrs. Sanders, a deep despair suddenly overflowed from the bottom of her heart: "I...I don't know, I killed him by mistake, I didn't mean to. ...please..."

Evan sighed deeply: "I respect your sacrifice, but please also respect the cognitive ability of everyone present. John's wound is a blow caused by a left-handed man. If you accidentally killed John, Then you need to hold up that heavy lamp with one hand and hit John who is at least ten inches taller than you, you see, you are a thin lady, and I don't think you could inadvertently cause this."

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the thin Mrs. Lawrence. She was wearing the smallest size clothes and still looked very empty. This had always been something that Mrs. Lawrence was proud of, but at this time it became fatal. Defects.

Sheriff Chandler suddenly spoke at this moment: "What about John's fall?"

He saw that it was Mrs. Lawrence, but Mrs. Lawrence looked blank.

Evan nodded at Sheriff Chandler: "Mr. Sheriff, thank you for your question, we can now clearly see that Mrs. Lawrence didn't know about John's depravity. The depravity in her mouth was just because of John's depravity. She insisted on getting engaged to Miss Arya without being disciplined, and she knew nothing about the dark side of Mr John."

At this time, Mrs. Lawrence seemed to grab a piece of driftwood and said loudly: "I know! I know!"

Evan looked at her sadly and said softly, "My dear lady, please don't deceive us any more. Only Jimmy knew about John's fall, and he only told one person."

Evan looked at Mr. Lawrence, who was standing behind Mrs. Lawrence with his head bowed. From the beginning, he stood there straight like a stiff dead wood, without saying a word.

And when Evan finished saying this, he finally raised his head and burst into tears.

Mrs. Lawrence pounced on Mr. Lawrence like she was going mad. She hugged Mr. Lawrence's back tightly, hoarsely: "Go away! Get out of this place! This is a place cursed by God! He will engulf you! All Everyone wants to frame you! My poor John!"

Mr. Lawrence's given name is also John.

Mr. Lawrence seemed to be stopped by something, and let Mrs. Lawrence tore his clothes without moving.

"You mean me?" Mr. Lawrence looked at Evan with a hint of relief.

Evan nodded regretfully and handed the letter in his hand to Sheriff Chandler.

The content of Jimmy's letter is very simple. He told Mr. Lawrence everything that night, but unfortunately, Mr. Lawrence did not appreciate his honesty, and he kicked him out of the Lawrence house on the spot and warned him not to talk nonsense.

Poor Jimmy walked out of Lawrence's house in a hurry, but felt very sorry for little John, so he returned to Lawrence's house and wanted to say sorry to John, but when he went, he happened to see Mr. Lawrence coming out of the house.

The next day, the news of John's death spread throughout Derain, and Jimmy, like a frightened rabbit, quickly jumped on the earliest train and left Delan forever, walking away. He had written this letter before, but due to the poor writing, the truth has not finally come to light until now.

Sheriff Chandler looked at Mr. Lawrence in shock. He couldn't believe that this gentle man in front of him would do such a shocking thing. Compared to this, he would rather believe that Mrs. Lawrence did it. .

"Then... what about that brooch?" Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan as if he had suddenly reacted, with an eagerness in his eyes.

Speaking of this, Evan couldn't help but look at Mrs. Lawrence.

"Mr. Sheriff, you are a man, and it may be difficult for a woman to understand a woman's love for jewellery. Mrs. Lawrence is a fashion icon throughout Desiree, and she wears the most gorgeous evening dresses in London's latest styles. Bao, likes to hold dinner parties and brag about her life. She has an urgent pursuit for a high-quality life. I can't understand why such a person never wears a brooch that is unique in the world when he gets it, Instead, he fell into the fire and was buried next to the body of his favorite son, and he never even searched for it in the end."

Evan approached Mrs. Lawrence step by step, she looked at her almost pleading look, and asked gently: "My dear lady, please tell me, what color is the pearl on this brooch? Its What's inscribed on the back?"

Mrs. Lawrence was almost in a panic at this time. She waved her hands indiscriminately and looked at Mr. Lawrence as if asking for help: "I... I forgot, I did it... I did it, you have to believe me!" She grabbed Evan's hands indiscriminately and said almost in a pleading tone.

Evan looked at her indifferently: "Madam, please tell me."

"Don't ask me again! You devil! You will go to hell!" Mrs. Lawrence was almost hysterical, she tore Evan's sleeves indiscriminately, her eyes full of hatred and anger.

Duke Wilson frowned slightly and wanted to step forward to rescue Evan. Sheriff Chandler also responded quickly and wanted to order the police to pull Mrs. Lawrence away. The situation on the field was on the verge of getting out of control. Everyone was stunned by Mrs. Lawrence's frantic behavior.

"The pearl is pink, and on the back of the brooch it says, To my dearest Mary, your godly John."

Mr. Lawrence's voice cooled down all the madness. His voice was neither high nor low, as gentle as he was reciting a tender love poem.