The tears in Mrs. Lawrence's eyes suddenly stayed. She looked in the direction of Mr. Lawrence. The deep affection in her eyes was like that of a little girl who is just beginning to love, with deep nostalgia, and then in the next moment, she suddenly fainted. past.

Mr. Lawrence rushed out like an arrow and supported Mrs. Lawrence, who was about to fall to the ground.

Sheriff Chandler stared at Mr. Lawrence in a stunned manner. He was almost speechless. He couldn't believe that Mrs. Lawrence, such a terrible woman, who was so cruel to Mr. Lawrence, would actually take the blame for her at such a time. , and Mr. Lawrence would express his love so tenderly, the relationship between the couple was not as bad as he saw it.

"My dear Mary, there is no need for this anymore." Mr. Lawrence gently stroked Mrs. Lawrence's profile and whispered in a gentle tone: "I caused all this madness, and you are indeed more courageous than me. "

He looked at Mrs. Lawrence's eyes with the deepest love and relief after the silence. Evan looked at the two with a slight frown, and suddenly couldn't help but have a little doubt in his heart, what kind of family is this? , why such complex emotions arise, both love and hate, good and evil.

Sheriff Chandler looked at Mr. Lawrence sadly, and said solemnly, "Old John, why are you doing this?"

Mr. Lawrence looked at Sheriff Chandler in a trance, with a trace of confusion in his eyes: "William." He called Sheriff Chandler's name: "John is my son, and I go with my deepest love. I love him, but he does something that God hates, I really can't accept it..." Mr. Lawrence's tone was filled with sadness, and he was almost speechless.

Evan couldn't help sighing. It seemed that Mr. Lawrence didn't know about Mrs. Sanders' existence. This matter was a two-way mystery from the beginning. He knew all of John's secrets, but Mrs. Lawrence only knew about John's life experience. But Mr. Lawrence only knew about the depravity of his son, which was like an endless loop, which made Evan go into a misunderstanding.

Mr. Lawrence picked up Mrs. Lawrence from the ground, he looked straight at Sheriff Chandler, and said stiffly: "William, can you let me take her home, I promise, I will never run away ."

Sheriff Chandler looked embarrassed, but Judge Conwell said at this time: "Sheriff, send a few people to follow. I believe that Mr. Lawrence will not do anything embarrassing."

Sheriff Chandler breathed a sigh of relief, and winked at the police officer beside him, who immediately followed Mr. Lawrence out.

Watching the couple walk away, Sheriff Chandler couldn't help frowning: "Don't Old John know about Little John's life experience?"

Evan lowered his eyebrows and pouted slightly: "Sheriff, because of your integrity, this matter did not spread in Derain, and Mr. Lawrence naturally didn't know."

"But after so many years..." Sheriff Chandler couldn't believe it. "How could Mr. Lawrence know nothing?"

Evan sighed: "We have no way of knowing such a thing, but it can also be inferred from clues."

Evan paused slightly, and all eyes were on him, including Duke Wilson.

"Mrs. Lawrence loved Mr. Lawrence deeply. She felt very guilty because of the unfortunate death of her first child, so she made a deal with the desperate Mrs. Sanders, one for her dearest child, one for her deepest emotion."

Evan looked at the pale Mrs. Sanders with a trace of pity in her eyes.

"Mrs. Sanders thinks her child has the most perfect family in the world, but she doesn't know that the Lawrence couple's doting on little John has reached an intolerable level, pampering him, gratifying him with everything, praising him All his qualities made him arrogant, defiant, and domineering."

With every word Evan said, Mrs. Sanders shivered, and at the end she could barely hold back her tears.

"But even this little John had something that the Lawrences couldn't tolerate. He gave up the wife that Mrs. Lawrence had chosen for her, leaving Mrs. Lawrence heartbroken. Mr. Lawrence loved Mrs. Lawrence so much that he could hardly bear anything else. The man had a few more words with her, so he was dissatisfied with Little John at this time, which we can confirm from Jimmy's letter."

Evan picked up Jimmy's letter and sighed: "The much-loved little John, the proud son of the Lawrence couple, can't get pocket money from Mr. Lawrence, who has always been generous to him, in order to satisfy himself Terrible sex, we can only steal it. We can fully see Mr. Lawrence's attitude towards Little John. In the end, Jimmy's whistleblower was the straw that broke the camel's back. Lawrence was Mr. thorough He was disappointed. His previous excessive doting on little John also caused excessive disappointment at this time, so after a fierce confrontation, he did the most terrible thing, which he originally thought was seamless, You can put the blame on any homeless person at will, but I didn't expect that when he was using firewood, he dropped the brooch he was going to give to Mrs. Lawrence into the fire, and he lacked the courage to face death, so it caused the accident. It's such a tragic story."

Sheriff Chandler suddenly realized that he and Mr. Lawrence were old acquaintances, and now seeing this result, the person present is probably the most distressed.

"Mr. Pastor, I'm really fortunate to have you this time. Otherwise, the truth of this matter cannot be revealed." Judge Convair said very reservedly.

Evan nodded slightly. He looked at the respectful eyes of the people in the field, and couldn't help laughing in his heart. What he wanted was this result. He needed people in this town to respect him, worship him, and even unconditionally. Trust him, only in this way can his disguise go on better.

When everything was over, they left the hall at last, and Evan left with Duke Wilson and the Hesters, and Sheriff Chandler sent back Judge Conville, the poor old gentleman because Lack of a nap in the afternoon, his face is not very good-looking.

A few of them walked out of the gate of the county courthouse, and Arya suddenly said, "Mr. Pastor, when did you find out that something was wrong with Mr. Lawrence?"

Evan's expression was slightly stagnant. Since his last confession with impure intentions, Arya has been avoiding him, and now she will take the initiative to talk to him, which is beyond his expectations.

"I also received a letter from Jimmy before I came to the court, and then I learned about all this. Before that, I was just a little confused." Evan said with a smile.

"Doubt?" Arya looked at Evan with almost innocent eyes.

Duke Wilson was now a little impatient: "Miss Hester, what is your purpose in asking these questions now?"

Arya's face flushed for a while, and she didn't dare to look at Duke Wilson at all.

"I...I didn't..." Arya stammered in defense.

But Duke Wilson ignored her defense, turned to Evan and said, "Pastor Bruce, let's go."

Evan was slightly startled, but finally smiled and left with the duke.

It seemed that the strategy worked well that day, and Duke Wilson had already begun to hate Arya.

Evan got into the duke's carriage, and there was silence between the two for a while. Evan knew that Duke Wilson was not a good word person, so he took the lead and said, "My lord, are you here to watch the trial of Mrs. Lawrence today? ?"

Duke Wilson pursed his lips, his expression a little stiff: "I'm here to do business in the county, stop by and have a look."

Evan's expression changed, knowing that Duke Wilson didn't tell the truth, but from his current position, he was not qualified to ask questions, so he just smiled and didn't say much.

Duke Wilson has been sending Evan to the door of the church, Evan got off the carriage, and did not leave quickly, but turned back to look at Duke Wilson with his most charming smile, looking at Duke Wilson: "Mr. Duke, I Can I ask you one thing?"

Duke Wilson was half-leaning on the carriage door and looked at Evan, almost stunned.

"Please... please say." He said almost stumblingly.

Evan couldn't help but feel a little smug in his heart, this appearance is still somewhat useful, at least in the process of this kind of communication, it is easy for people to let down their guard.

"I know you are a devout believer. If you can, can you please come to the service this weekend." Evan touched the Bible in his hand embarrassedly: "Since I became the parish priest, you have come here. There are very few opportunities, and I am very sorry."

Duke Wilson had come to his senses at this time, and his face was slightly pale.

"You are right, I was negligent, I will come this weekend." Duke Wilson said quickly.

Evan smiled gratefully: "God will bless you."

Only with more contact with Duke Wilson, the relationship between them can be better, the unequal class is already deadly, coupled with the sparse contact, it will only make them gradually estranged, and Evan does not want to take this risk.

Duke Wilson's carriage finally left. Evan stood at the door of the church and watched the Duke leave. The Duke looked at Evan standing in the same place through the window of the carriage. He stood with his back to the sunset, and the dusky sunset pulled his shadow. It is slender, but his whole body is bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the whole person seems to be covered with a halo, which is both holy and beautiful.

Duke Wilson closed the car window and turned his eyes back. His eyes were very complicated, with a trace of confusion and struggle, but until the end, all his emotions were covered up in his jet-black eyes. It was cold again.

Duke Wilson knocked on the car door.

"Sir." The driver replied respectfully.

"What happened to James?" Duke Wilson's expression had a touch of coldness.

The coachman drove the carriage with one hand and replied, "Don't worry, my lord, he has already gone where he should go."

Duke Wilson nodded slightly: "Handle this matter well, I don't want any bad news."

The driver hurriedly responded, "Don't worry."

Duke Wilson slowly closed his eyes, without saying a word, he would not allow a person who threatened him to exist in this world, especially if this person was so disgusting to him.