Hope, hope...
Stella Nelson racked her brain, and suddenly a light bulb went off in her mind, and she really came up with an idea.
Her eyes brightened, she put down the bowl in her hand, and looked at Scarlett Yates, saying: "Scarlett, have you ever considered that maybe Matthew Saxon didn't die?"
The ever-unchanging look on Scarlett Yates's face finally showed a bit of change.
She blinked, and her eyes, which had been staring at the ceiling for two hours, slowly turned toward her.
Maintaining the same posture for a long time had made her movements stiff and slow, and it took half a minute just to turn her head.
Her dry lips moved, and a coarse and hoarse voice came out of her mouth: "What... do you mean?"
Stella Nelson held her cold hand, silently apologizing in her heart, then lied: "I mean, there's a great possibility that Matthew Saxon didn't die. Scarlett, there's something I haven't told you; actually, the bodies recovered this time didn't include his or Alice Green's."
