"I have evidence."
Owen Winton squinted his eyes at Zoey Sanders, his face calm, though turmoil brewed inside him.
"Evidence? What evidence do you have? Everyone just witnessed with their own eyes Wyatt Lewis stabbing Emma Winton, so what's the meaning of all of you coming out to argue? Are you saying our eyes deceived us?"
"Even what you see with your own eyes might not be true. Who dares to say they saw everything clearly in such chaos just now? Was it you? You? Or you?"
Zoey Sanders, with her head still wrapped in bandages, lifted her gaze, scanning the faces of Owen Winton, the police, and some bystanders.
Clearly, none dared to accurately respond to her.
Because there were simply too many people just now, and everything happened in an instant, making it really hard to see clearly.
