Debra seemed conflicted, then asked, âI want to join you, can I?â
âNo,â I replied firmly, not considering it.
Her expression fell slightly.
Sighing, I explained helplessly, âAbby has just been through an ordeal.
She needs your comfort to feel secure and rest well.
â
Understanding my point, Debraâs expression softened with compassion.
âOkay, Iâll stay and care for her.
â
She gazed affectionately at Abby.
I thanked her, stroking her hair.
After a pause, Debra expressed her concern.
âPlease, donât be harsh with Nora during the interrogation.
She has suffered a lot.
â
I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation, and reassured her quietly.
âI promise, as long as Nora cooperates, I wonât harm her.
â
Relieved by my assurance, Debra relaxed.
I helped her settle in with our daughter, then left the room quietly.
Upon closing the door, my demeanor changed as I noticed Andrew waiting in the corridor, a serious air between us.
Calebâs POV:
I frowned, walked over, and asked coldly, âWhat happened? Why are you here?â
Andrewâs expression was grim.
He said nothing but met my gaze with seriousness.
My irritation grew.
âWas it Nora who poisoned Abby?â
Andrew confirmed without hesitation.
âYes.
In the past half-month, Nora is the only one from the witch clan who purchased that poison.
â
âDonât you have enough evidence? Why havenât you convicted her then?â
I demanded, my anger rising.
Andrew sighed awkwardly.
âThe problem is, while we have evidence, we lack a witness.
No matter how I press her, Nora wonât reveal why she harmed Abby.
â