Guidebook for the Dark Duke Chapter 24: Three

Duke Wilson was stunned for a moment. He looked at Evan's blue eyes a little dull, as if he was riding a lake, clear and clean. His golden curly hair was soft under the sunlight. The light is like the warm sun of spring, warm and beautiful.

"You...you..." Duke Wilson was speechless.

Evan smiled at this time, his handsome features became more gentle and clear: "Lord Duke, you can call me Evan."

Duke Wilson raised his hand tremblingly, but stopped at the moment he touched Evan's cheek, he spit out the tone with some difficulty: "Evan..."

Evan held the Duke's hand with a smile and said warmly, "Lord Duke, thank you for your comfort today."

Duke Wilson only felt that his hand was scalded by something, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but in the end he stopped his behavior, and twitched the corner of his mouth a little stiffly and said, "You're welcome."

Evan saw that his purpose had been initially achieved, so he stopped teasing Duke Wilson. He let go of Duke Wilson's hand and stood up. Duke Wilson also stood up with him, but his posture was slightly Somewhat stiff.

Evan just pretended he couldn't see it, and said warmly, "Edward should be waking up soon. I'll go in and see him. There are still many things to do in the church in the afternoon. I'll go back early."

Duke Wilson heard him say he was going back, and raised his head suddenly, looking at Evan's soft eyes, a little uncomfortable in his heart: "So soon?"

Evan smiled: "You said it last time, don't delay my work." His words were a bit ridiculed, but he actually knew how much he cared about the last time the duke asked The thing he left.

As expected, speaking of this, the Duke's expression became a little embarrassed, and he coughed a few times: "I was really rude about what happened last time, please don't mind, this time, please stay and let me I make up for my mistakes last time."

Evan waved his hand generously: "No need, Lord Duke, I really have something to do this time."

Duke Wilson's face was very stiff, so he didn't hold back any longer and stood where he was, watching Evan walk through the rose bushes and walk back to the castle.

Evan sensed Duke Wilson's gaze, and there was a smile of determination on the corner of his mouth. The Duke has now begun to slowly walk into the trap he laid, and he is about to succeed.

When Evan returned to Edward's room, Arya was not there. According to Evan's speculation, Arya definitely didn't want to see her leave first. That's fine, Evan was not in the mood to face Ai. Leah was acting, so he soothed little Edward who had just woken up, turned and went downstairs.

When he got downstairs, the duke had also returned. After seeing him, a momentary embarrassment flashed on the duke's face, but in an instant he returned to the cold duke he was before, rushing Evan nodded and said warmly, "I'll take you out."

Evan smiled and agreed.

The Duke kept sending Evan to the gate of the manor. Evan waved at the Duke, turned around and left, but the Duke stayed where he was, watching Evan leave.

Watching Evan go further and further, the Duke's expression suddenly became a little dazed. Evan is the most noble and upright person he has ever seen in this world, and he is also the best friend he wants to make, but today... …

The Duke frowned slightly, and without thinking any further, he turned and walked into the manor.

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When Evan returned to the church, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Mrs. Sanders was back. After the previous pain and pain, Mrs. Sanders finally recovered, but she was much thinner than before. The originally fitted skirt turned out to be a bit empty at this time, and Evan felt a little scary looking at it.

"My dear lady, your body has not recovered yet, so you should rest for a few more days." Evan said worriedly.

Mrs. Sanders' face was a little sallow, she waved her hand gently: "I've rested enough, I want to continue working."

Mr. Chandler who sent Mrs. Sanders was also worried: "Ma'am, are you really all right?"

Mrs. Sanders looked at Mr. Chandler with a softer expression: "Don't worry, I know my own body."

At the insistence of Mrs. Sanders, Mr. Chandler finally left worried. Before leaving, he kept instructing Evan to take more care of Mrs. Sanders. Evan naturally agreed.

To be honest, with Mrs. Sanders' fragile body, he didn't dare to let her do anything at all.

It's just that Mrs. Sanders is very stubborn. Even so, she insists on reading the ledger of the parish. With the efforts of Evan and George in the past few days, many inconsistent entries in the ledger have been found. Mrs. Sanders Looking at the accounts calculated by Evan, his brows were furrowed.

"To have so much money gone, Pastor Ross has absolutely no such ability. I wrote to him a few days ago. He is still a pastor in a small church in Wales. If he has so much Money will never be reduced to this level."

Evan also fully agrees with Mrs. Sanders' statement. If he can believe the previous amount of money, such a large asset has long been beyond the scope of a church pastor, not to mention the There's so much financial stuff, but Pastor Ross is just an honest country pastor who knows so much.

"Such a large asset has exceeded our ability to handle it. It seems that we still have to report it to the church." Evan said with some concern.

Mrs. Sanders has no objection this time. They simply cannot handle such a large sum of money.

"You're saying that you do need to report to the church, but do you have any doubts in your heart?" Mrs. Sanders asked.

Evan pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and finally said: "My dear lady, whenever I encounter this kind of problem, I don't want to use malice to speculate on people's hearts. This is really true to me. It was too hard, and he hurt my faith so much."

Mrs. Sanders softened, walked to Evan's side, and said softly: "Oh, Pastor Bruce, I know how you feel, but this matter is too terrible to steal money from the church. , this is not only a violation of the law, but also a moral corruption, you should not be soft-hearted."

Evan pretended to sigh, with a bit of pity in his eyes: "Even so, I still have a hard time believing..." He was almost speechless, picked up a document from the table and handed it to him. in front of Mrs. Sanders.

Mrs. Sanders took it with some confusion, and it was written on the name of the person who handled the money, including the church accountant Mr. Stewart and the church's lawyer Mr. Johnson, as well as some deacon and donors .

There is no problem with these donors and deans, the donors are naturally self-evident, and the deans are still in Derain Church today, and their property status is easy to check.

And the other two people are very suspicious, especially Mr. Stewart. As the church accountant, he controls all the financial affairs of the church. These things are like searching for things for him. It couldn't be simpler, but Mrs. Sanders was the first to rule out, but it was also Mr. Stewart.

"Mr. Stewart is a devout believer. He is in his sixties this year. For God's sake, Pastor Bruce, there is absolutely no way he would do such a thing." Mrs. Sanders was very Excited.

But Evan disagreed with Mrs. Sanders' subjective attitude in his heart. Even the most devout believer would find it hard to remain unmoved in the face of such a large fortune, but he couldn't do it on his face. Then he said, "Madam, I understand what you mean, but this is a matter of the church after all. I'm just honestly telling what I know. As for who did it, it's up to the church to judge."

Mrs. Sanders was a little frustrated. He knew that what Evan said was right, but at the same time he couldn't bear it and asked in a low voice, "Then do you want to call the police?"

This makes Evan stumped. To be honest, he is reluctant to call the police. This matter is a scandal. The fewer people know about it, the better. Otherwise, many people will no longer be willing to donate money to the church. .

"I can't make up my own mind about this matter, let the church decide." Evan sighed, this matter must be resolved absolutely, as for the method, it only depends on the mood of the bishop.

Mrs. Sanders nodded. She doesn't know anything about bishops like Evan. She knows the character of the local bishop very well. She is definitely a person who hates evil. .

Evan decided to write to the bishop the next day, and Mrs. Sanders also decided to keep the news of the matter under control and resolve the matter thoroughly before the situation deteriorated further.

Since the two had decided, Mrs. Sanders went to educate the poor deacon, while Evan began to write to the bishop. The janitor interrupted.

"Mr. Pastor." The doorman stood awkwardly at the door.

Evan was a little impatient, but still had a smile on his face: "What's the matter, James, what's the matter?"

James walked in for a while, and in the bright and tidy room, he was almost at a loss: "Mr. Pastor, here is your letter."

"My letter?" Evan took the letter from James with some doubts. The person who delivered the letter this morning didn't say that he had his letter. Besides, he didn't have anyone to write to.

"This letter was sent to the wrong address and was sent elsewhere. It was delivered at noon today. It is an expedited letter." James whispered.

Evan frowned at this time. He looked at the name on the envelope and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

It turned out to be a letter from Jimmy, John's valet.

Evan had asked someone to find Jimmy in London before, but there was no news. Now that there is news, Evan is also very nervous.

Evan almost couldn't wait to open the letter. Although Jimmy had studied, the font was very scribbled. Evan looked at the handwriting on the envelope. The letter was forwarded no less than three times before he found it. here.

Evan opened the letter, and as soon as he read the beginning, his eyebrows wrinkled into a sharp arc, and then he continued to read, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Evan stood up quickly and asked James, "What day is it today?"

James was a little confused: "Yes, it is October 7th." After speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and continued: "Today is the day when Mrs. Lawrence goes to court, and that terrible woman is finally going to be arrested. Sentenced to hang."

Evan jumped up from behind the table and rushed to the tea room next door, where Mrs. Sanders was sitting knitting sweaters. Seeing Evan in such a hurry, she could not help frowning: "Pastor Bruce, What's wrong with you?"

Evan could hardly contain his excitement. He held Mrs. Sanders' hands and asked loudly, "Madam, whose child is John?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mrs. Sanders' surprised face. She took her hand out of Evan's hand and turned to look out the window: "Didn't you already know?"

Evan was furious and hurriedly said: "I guessed that, I need you to tell me now."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan with some doubts: "What's the matter with you?"

"It's too late to say more." Evan shook the letter in the handshake anxiously: "Just tell me, it's very important."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan for a while, only to see Evan with a burning heart, and then said: "John is my child."

"It's your child." John stared at Mrs. Sanders: "Isn't it Mr. Lawrence's child?"

Mrs. Sanders blushed all of a sudden, as if offended: "Why do you think so of me! Mr. Lawrence is a married woman, how can I have anything to do with him."

Evan was stunned. He looked at Mrs. Sanders as if he was looking at something strange: "John isn't your and Mr. Lawrence's child?" he murmured.

"Of course not!" Mrs. Sanders turned pale with anger.

"Then how did he get to Lawrence's house?" Evan instantly regained his sanity and asked immediately.

Mrs. Sanders' face showed a touch of guilt: "When I gave birth to him, his father abandoned us. I couldn't afford to raise him, so I gave him to the victim. Mrs. Lawrence, whose typhoid fever took her child's life. I have never had contact with him for so many years, I just want to make his life better, but I don't want to..." Mrs. Sanders burst into tears.

Evan stepped forward and held Mrs. Sanders' shoulders, but his eyes were shining brightly. John's life experience turned out to be like this. All his doubts about this matter were obtained in this letter from Jimmy. Explain that this matter was definitely not done by Mrs. Lawrence, he is very sure now!

Evan gently stroked Mrs. Sanders' back and whispered, "Madam, I have to leave now, Mrs. Lawrence was framed."

"What?" Mrs. Sanders looked up. "How is that possible? When I accused her, she admitted it!"

Evan looked down at Mrs. Sanders and said warmly: "In this matter, I have talked about the power of love countless times, Mrs. Sanders, what kind of person do you think Mrs. Lawrence is?"

Mrs. Sanders is a little confused. How could this be about love?

Evan picked up a glass of water from the table and handed it to Mrs. Sanders: "As I said, love comes from nowhere, no reason, no reason, and sometimes love makes me do the most incredible things You must never underestimate the power of love, your love for John brought you to the brink of death, but also brought you back to life, Mrs. Sanders, the last thing we should ignore in this world is love."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan and suddenly seemed to think of something. She covered her face in excitement and sobbed.

Evan lowered his eyebrows, looked at Mrs. Sanders, and patted her on the back lightly. This matter is actually very simple, but because of the inclusion of so many branches, this matter is extremely complicated. , but also blindfolded people.

"Mr. Pastor...now...what should we do?" Mrs. Sanders suddenly looked up at Evan.

Evan looked at Mrs. Sanders with sadness in her eyes: "Ma'am, God arranged for me to figure this out, then I must report this to Sheriff Chandler, today is Mrs. Lawrence On trial day, I don't want an innocent person to be sentenced."

Mrs. Sanders leaned back in her chair with a pale face and looked out of the window: "If that's the case, then you can go quickly, I don't want John to die in an unclear manner."

Evan sighed and patted Mrs. Sanders on the shoulder, no wonder Mrs. Sanders was so sad, her child was murdered, but she couldn't do anything in the name of her mother, let go It's not good for anyone.

But Evan can't stay too much at this time. This matter is too urgent. He comforted Mrs. Sanders a few words, and then ran out in a hurry, jumped into a taxi, and quickly ran towards the county courthouse.

Evan was in a hurry, but God didn't give him face. He had just left Delan Lier, and the carriage he was riding in had a problem, the wheels were completely deformed, and he couldn't move at all, and there was no one in this place. Couldn't get to the carriage quickly.

Evan stood beside the carriage, frowning, wondering if this was destiny, whether Mrs. Lawrence's sacrifice and the looming truth could really be revealed to the world, and now it depends on a carriage, it's too ridiculous .

At this moment, suddenly there was the sound of a carriage stepping in the same place, Evan's expression was shocked, he turned to look over, and sure enough, there was a carriage coming towards him.

As the carriage got closer and closer, Evan's expression became a little more meaningful. It turned out to be Duke Wilson's carriage.

Finally, the carriage stopped beside Evan. The driver knew Evan and immediately said, "Pastor Bruce?"

As soon as the driver finished speaking, the carriage door was opened from the inside, and Duke Wilson's stern and fair face instantly appeared in front of Evan's eyes.

"Lord Duke." Evan nodded slightly.

"Mr. Pastor, why are you here?" Duke Wilson looked at Evan with some surprise.

Evan bowed his head and smiled bitterly: "I wanted to go to the county court, but the carriage broke down."

Looking at the guilty coachman next to him, Duke Wilson frowned: "Are you going to see Mrs. Lawrence's trial? It's too late, come up quickly."

Evan didn't refuse, and got into the duke's carriage directly. Before getting on the carriage, he still didn't forget to give the coachman the money. The coachman sent Evan to the duke almost gratefully The carriage, he did not expect that the priest would be so kind.

When Evan got into the car, Duke Wilson looked at him with a soft color and whispered: "Are you going to pray for Mrs. Lawrence?"

Evan sighed: "To tell you the truth, I want to prevent this trial."

Duke Wilson was a little surprised in an instant: "Why is this?"

Evan repeated the conclusion he had reached, and Duke Wilson couldn't help but sigh: "It wasn't Mrs. Lawrence who did it? Then do you have other candidates in your heart?"

Evan twitched a smile and whispered: "Lord Duke, I ignored a lot of things before, but now things are very clear. Regarding your question, I already have a candidate in my heart."

Duke Wilson looked at Evan's gentle smile. For some reason, he couldn't help but stop for a beat. He immediately looked out the window with a pretense of calmness. After a long time, he said unintentionally, "Since your heart It's good to have a number."

Evan looked at his reaction and felt a little joy in his heart. It seemed that the Duke's senses of him were getting better and better.

The two of them spent the rest of the journey in silence. Evan sat in the corner of the carriage and meditated on a passage in the Bible. Although he was not a real pastor, he still had to maintain his professional ability.

By the time it finally arrived at the county courthouse, the trial was about to begin.

Evan rushed straight out of the carriage and into the courthouse.

Sheriff Chandler is standing proudly at the door of the courtroom, with several superintendents following him closely.

He saw Evan at a glance, and hurriedly waved at Evan: "Pastor Bruce! Here!"

Evan walked quickly across the corridor. Sheriff Chandler smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I thought you wouldn't come, how did I change my mind?"

Evan gasped for breath and said quickly: "Sheriff, we caught the wrong person!"

Sheriff Chandler was a little surprised by what Evan said, and then laughed out loud: "My good pastor, don't make fun of me!"

"I'm not joking with you." Evan looked very serious: "I have found evidence, please stop this trial!"

Sheriff Chandler stared at Evan in astonishment: "You...are you telling the truth?"

Evan nodded solemnly: "This is a matter of human life, please pay attention to it."

The cigarette in Sheriff Chandler's hand fell to the ground with a click, and he suddenly woke up and waved to the police officer behind him: "Go to Judge Convair and say that the police have found new evidence, Today's litigation needs to be put on hold."

The policeman looked shocked, as if he didn't believe that the sheriff would listen to the nonsense of a pastor. He wanted to interject, but she was waved mercilessly by Sheriff Chandler: "No more words! Go!"

The police officer ran quickly to the judge's office.

Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan with a meaningful look, and said solemnly: "Mr. Pastor, I trust your judgment, but I also hope that you can understand what you are doing."

Evan looked at Sheriff Chandler with a smile on his lips: "Of course I know this, you can rest assured."

This time, there should be an ending. After many days of doubts, he even doubted whether the place he came to was the love novel with pink bubbles.

Judge Conville was furious, not only because Sheriff Chandler had so haphazardly decided to stay the proceedings, but because he had been pulled in a very brutal way by Sheriff Chandler from his comfy couch to this empty space. In the hall, there was an unusually handsome young priest sitting in front of him.

"Mr. Pastor." Judge Convair is a devout Protestant, so when facing a pastor, he still held back his dissatisfaction: "Officer Chandler said you have a different opinion on this case, which Is it true?" Judge Convair looked at Evan suspiciously.

Evan looked at Judge Convair very gently and smiled softly: "I do have some opinions, and I would like to ask you to bear a testimony here."

Judge Conville frowned slightly: "Mr. Pastor, it's not that I don't trust you, God testifies, the most respected pastor in this world is the pastor, but I have to say that this case is very important to me. Clearly, you are not a professional detective, is it too reckless to say such a thing."

Evan fully understands the meaning of the conservative judge. In fact, he sometimes does not want to be in the limelight in such matters, but in the face of a human life, he still cannot turn a blind eye.

"Your Majesty, after all, this is a matter of human life. Before you make a judgment, please listen to my thoughts first, and then make a decision. In the face of such a thing, I can't let go of my doubts. "Evan said very cautiously.

Faced with such a high-sounding rhetoric, Judge Conville had to agree. He has been a judge for more than 30 years, and this is the first time he has been taught this way by a priest.

At this moment, someone suddenly came from the corridor, accompanied by crisp applause, and Judge Evan and Convair looked back at the same time.

Duke Wilson came out of the shadows, looking at Evan with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Mr. Reverend, your merciful God will also be touched."

As soon as it was Duke Wilson, Judge Convair's expression changed immediately. He walked over to the Duke almost respectfully, bowed and said, "Lord Duke."

Duke Wilson raised the corner of his mouth proudly: "Judge Convair, your choice is very correct."

Judge Conville was overjoyed: "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Bruce Pastor is a respectable person, and as a judge, I will naturally not be rash."

Duke Wilson nodded with satisfaction.

Evan was almost embarrassed. Although he wanted to win the duke's favor, even his thick-skinned admiration made him blush.

"I am well-deserved for your compliment. I don't know more about this matter than anyone else, but I don't know less than anyone else. I just hope to be able to fully describe what I know and do It will be our honorable judge who will rule." Evan nodded slightly at Judge Convair.

Judge Convair was very pleased with Evan's compliment, even with a smile on his face.

The corner of Duke Wilson's mouth flashed an almost imperceptible smile, and the look in Evan's eyes softened a little.

At this time, Sheriff Chandler came to the scene with all the parties involved.

Sheriff Chandler was very surprised that the Duke was there, but for him, it was a good thing, because after all, it was a very honorable thing to have a Duke testify.

Mrs. Lawrence is very haggard from the long prison time. She has a pale face and looks straight at her feet, indifferent to everything around her.

Although Mr. Lawrence did not suffer the pain of prison, his face was even more ugly than Mrs. Lawrence. His original graceful demeanor was completely lost at this moment, his clothes were a little wrinkled, and his face was very thick with stubble. She kept looking at Mrs. Lawrence, with deep sadness in her eyes.

Mrs. Sanders was better. She was supported by Mr. Chandler with a calm expression. Only when she looked at the Lawrence family, did her eyes show a trace of hatred.

Dr. Hester was bewildered and took Arya to the side, not knowing where to put her hands. Fortunately, Arya was calmer and held onto Doctor Hester's arm. .

Since everyone had already arrived, Sheriff Chandler stood in the center of the hall and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, everyone must be very clear about the purpose of calling everyone to this place this time. In the death of Mr. Delanere, John Lawrence, I have made my judgment, and I have also obtained the testimony of Mrs. Lawrence's guilty plea, but now the Rev. Bruce has disputed my conclusion."

Officer Chandler paused slightly when he said this, and everyone in the field was shocked, especially Mrs. Lawrence, she looked at Evan in panic, and her eyes were full of disbelief .

"You...you can't..." Mrs. Lawrence murmured.

Evan looked at Mrs. Lawrence's mouth with a slight arc: "Mrs. Lawrence, your sacrifice deeply admires me, but such a sacrifice is meaningless, everyone should pay for what they have done. , you sacrifice yourself, and little John's soul will not rest in peace."

Mrs. Lawrence nearly fell to her knees: "No...no...I did all of this, my John, I killed my John..."

Evan looked at Mrs. Lawrence with a hint of pity: "Then why did you kill John?"

Mrs. Lawrence looked around in panic, and when she saw Mrs. Sanders, a deep despair overflowed from the bottom of her heart: "I...I don't know, I killed him by mistake, I Not on purpose...please..."

Evan sighed deeply: "I respect your sacrifice, but please also respect the cognitive ability of everyone present, John's wound is a blow wound caused by a left-handed man, if you accidentally kill John, then you need to lift that heavy table lamp with one hand and hit John who is at least ten inches taller than you, you see, you are a thin lady, and I don't think you can inadvertently cause this result."

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the thin Mrs. Lawrence. She was wearing the smallest size clothes and still looked very empty. This had always been something that Mrs. Lawrence was proud of, but at this time she was became a fatal flaw.

Sheriff Chandler suddenly spoke at this time: "What about John's fall?"

He looked at Mrs. Lawrence, but Mrs. Lawrence looked blank.

Evan nodded at Sheriff Chandler: "Mr. Sheriff, thank you for your question, we can now clearly see that Mrs. Lawrence doesn't know about John's depravity. It was John who insisted on getting engaged to Miss Arya because she was disobedient, and she knew nothing about the dark side of Mr. John."

Mrs. Lawrence seemed to grab a piece of driftwood at this time, and said loudly: "I know! I know!"

Evan looked at her sadly and said softly: "My dear lady, please don't deceive us any more. Only Jimmy knew about John's fall, and he only told one person."

Evan looked at Mr. Lawrence, who was standing behind Mrs. Lawrence with his head bowed. From just now, he stood there straight like a stiff dead wood, without saying a word.

And when Evan finished saying this, he finally raised his head and burst into tears.

Mrs. Lawrence pounced on Mr. Lawrence like she was mad, holding Mr. Lawrence's back tightly, hoarsely: "You go! Get out of this place! This is a place cursed by God! He will engulf you. Yes! Everyone wants to frame you! My poor John!"

Mr. Lawrence's given name is also John.

Mr. Lawrence seemed to be held back by something, letting Mrs. Lawrence tore his clothes, motionless.

"Are you talking about me?" Mr. Lawrence looked at Evan with a hint of relief.

Evan nodded regretfully and handed the letter in his hand to Sheriff Chandler.

The content of Jimmy's letter is very simple. He told Mr. Lawrence everything that night, but unfortunately, Mr. Lawrence did not appreciate his honesty and kicked him out of the Lawrence house on the spot, and warned him not to talk nonsense gibberish.

Poor Jimmy walked out of Lawrence's house in the dark, but felt very sorry for little John, so he went back to Lawrence's house and wanted to say sorry to John, but when he went, he happened to see Mr. Lawrence coming out of the house walk out.

The next day, the news of John's death spread all over Delan Lier, and Jimmy was like a frightened rabbit, quickly jumped on the earliest train and left Delan Lier forever , he wrote the letter before he left, but because of the poor writing, the truth has not finally come to light until now.

Sheriff Chandler looked at Mr. Lawrence in shock. He couldn't believe that this gentle man in front of him would do such a shocking thing. Compared to this, he would rather believe it was Lawrence. Mrs. made.

"Then...that brooch?" Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan as if he had suddenly reacted, with an eagerness in his eyes.

Speaking of this, Evan couldn't help but look at Mrs. Lawrence.

"Mr. Sheriff, you are a gentleman, and it may be difficult to understand a woman's love for jewellery, Mrs. Lawrence is a fashion icon throughout Desiree, she wears the most flamboyant evening gowns in London The latest style of bag, she likes to hold dinner parties and brag about her life, she has an urgent pursuit for a high-quality life, I can't understand, when such a person gets a unique brooch in the world, why not once I wore it, but finally dropped it into the fire and was buried next to the body of my favorite son, but in the end I never even searched for it."

Evan approached Mrs. Lawrence step by step, she looked at her almost pleading look, and asked in a gentle tone: "My dear lady, please tell me what color the pearl on this brooch is. What's inscribed on the back of it?"

Mrs. Lawrence was already in a panic at this time, she waved her hands indiscriminately and looked at Mr. Lawrence as if asking for help: "I... I forgot, I did it... I did it, you have to believe it Me!" She grabbed Evan's hands indiscriminately and said almost in a pleading tone.

Evan looked at her indifferently: "Madam, please tell me."

"Don't ask me any more! You devil! You will go to hell!" Mrs. Lawrence was almost hysterical, tearing at Evan's sleeve indiscriminately, her eyes full of hatred and anger.

Duke Wilson frowned slightly and wanted to step forward to rescue Evan. Sheriff Chandler also responded quickly and wanted to order the police to pull Mrs. Lawrence away. The situation on the field was out of control. On the edge, everyone was stunned by Mrs. Lawrence's frantic behavior.

"The pearl is pink, and on the back of the brooch it says, to my dearest Mary, your godly John."

Mr. Lawrence's voice cools down all the madness, neither high nor low, as gentle as he is reciting a tender love poem.