If it's not him then who?

Scared of blood. His words were ringing in my ears still when Raphael intercepted us. 'God, what a mess! what happened?' 'I... we were dancing... then suddenly I don't know where that waiter came from. It all happened within seconds. I was cut and your brother... he just... fainted?', I remiss the story, still mulling over what Nathaniel said. 'Oh yay. It happens whenever he sees blood. He is hemophobic', he explained. 'What's a party without a few drinks being spilled, right? You better put him in a more comfortable position and have someone look at him' 'What about you? Show me where you are hurt' 'Here. As I told your brother it's nothing serious. I will clean it up in the ladies' room. You take him to somewhere quiet', I said motioning to the onlookers. Actually, I wanted some alone time to think about what conspired here. For someone, it may look nothing big, but it was a shred of evidence that proves Nathaniel is innocent. Because the way Sophie was killed le