Cecilia pressed her lips together, then slammed her fluffy bunny slipper onto Henry's foot. "I'm being serious!"
"Ow—okay, okay!" Henry winced and straightened up. "So basically, your friend has no hard evidence. Everything was arranged by the perpetrator in a flawless way. A trap without any loopholes, right?"
Seeing Cecilia nod, Henry's tone turned professional. "Then you start from the basics—collect evidence. Investigate their identity, background, relationships. Find witnesses. Find physical proof."
"Witnesses… and physical proof…" Cecilia murmured. Her expression shifted, shadowed with thoughts too heavy to speak aloud.
Henry narrowed his eyes, studying her face. "This friend… isn't you, is it? You're in trouble?"
"It's not me!" Cecilia denied instantly—too quickly. Her flustered reaction was the clearest answer she could've given.
