Chapter 162

Jasper’s sharp cold gaze fell on Edith. Like a knife piercing Edith’s chest, she felt a sudden chill and hung her head fearfully out of reflex. Samantha was frantic. Afraid that Jasper might continue to torture her because he didn’t believe her, she continued to tremble in Tyson’s hands. Her teeth were chattering as she earnestly tried to reduce her penalty by saying, “I’m not lying, Mr. Hughes. What I said was the truth. Willow even slapped me earlier today because I deceived her. Do you see how swollen my face is? Willow did this.” Her trembling finger was pointing to her face to prove that her words were true. Now that Samantha had come clean, Tyson no longer saw that need to hold onto her. He would only be dirtying his hands that way. He tossed her aside and patted his hands disdainfully to rid himself of the non-existent germs. Samantha fell to the ground and shuddered. A flow of liquid trickled onto the floor. She had wet herself in fright. Edith was panicking on