Chapter 582

Susan Langley stumbled back a step.

She stared fixedly at the mirror.

How was this possible?

She had checked the room thoroughly.

She had examined every corner.

There was simply no place to hide a camera.

The Valentine family…

Marcus Valentine might seem fierce on the surface, but he was soft-hearted.

Preston Valentine was even more naive, like a blank sheet of paper.

How could a family like this install hidden cameras in a guest room?

Susan swallowed hard.

She suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Preston's arm.

"Preston, please let me explain—"

"Check it."

A weak voice came from behind them.

Both turned around.

Evelyn Ross was supporting a soaking wet Joanna Sterling as they walked out.

Joanna's face was deathly pale.

Her lips were tinged with a bluish-purple from lack of oxygen.

She stared at Susan.

Her voice was soft, but carried a bone-chilling coldness.

"Pull up the surveillance footage."

"She just tried to kill me."

"I'm calling the police."

Susan's pupils constricted sharply.

Preston's expression also darkened.

"Joanna, this is all a misunderstanding!"

Susan hurriedly spoke up.

"I was too impulsive just now, I apologize to you."

"Let's not check the surveillance, okay?"

"Your uncle is still sick, the house is in chaos."

"Don't cause Preston any more trouble."

Joanna was silent for a moment.

But Evelyn spoke directly.

"The Valentine family isn't afraid of trouble."

"If Fifth Brother doesn't dare to check, I'll go check."

She turned to leave.

Susan immediately blocked her path.

"Little sister, don't!"

"I admit it, I admit everything!"

"It was me who framed her…"

She absolutely could not let anyone check the surveillance.

Evelyn stared at her.

"Why are you so afraid?"

Susan bit her lip.

She looked at Preston, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.

"Preston, I was wrong."

"But everything I did, I did it because I love you!"

Preston was stunned.

"Love me?"

Susan cried even harder.

"Ever since Joanna appeared, you only have eyes for her."

"You don't even look at me anymore."

"I was scared… I was afraid she would steal you away."

Preston was even more confused.

"I only have eyes for her?"

"You've got it wrong…"

He stopped mid-sentence.

Countless images flashed through his mind.

Every time he came home, he would instinctively look for Joanna.

He liked bickering with her.

He liked seeing her get all puffed up with anger.

Even being scolded by her felt interesting.

He never thought anything of it before.

But after what Susan said…

Could it be that he really…

Didn't the Valentine family have a gene for devoted love?

How did it change when it came to him?

Preston stared blankly at Joanna.

Seeing her pale face.

A pang of pain actually stirred in his heart.

Damn it.

He abruptly looked away.

He didn't dare to look again.

"Susan, what nonsense are you talking?!"

Seeing his strong reaction, Susan felt even more certain.

"It's not nonsense."

"Preston, dare you say your heart hasn't changed?"

Preston guiltily averted his face.

"I haven't…"

"You have!"

Susan shrieked.

"You've been seduced by this little vixen!"

"Seeing you like this breaks my heart!"

She lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"I did it all for you."

"If we drive her away, your eyes will only be on me."

Preston looked at her silently.

Evelyn spoke coldly.

"What about the one million dollars?"

"I transferred it."

Susan knew she couldn't hide it anymore.

She cried, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain.

"Little sister, I just love Preston too much."

"I lost my head for a moment and took the wrong path."

"Can you forgive me?"

She wiped her tears, looking at Preston with eager hope.

"Preston, I was wrong."

"I promise I'll never provoke Joanna again."

She then looked at Joanna.

"Joanna, please let me off this once."

"I don't want that one million anymore."

Joanna was trembling all over.

She remembered the feeling of suffocation underwater just now.

She remembered the despair of being on the brink of death.

How could the murderer be so self-righteous?

How could she think money could buy a life?

Joanna coughed a few times.

Staring at Susan, she said word by word.

"No."

"My life is not something you can afford."

Susan was left speechless.

Joanna looked at Evelyn.

"Miss Evelyn, can I call the police?"

Evelyn nodded.

"Yes."

"Do you need me to make the call for you?"

"No need."

Joanna found her phone.

"I'll do it myself."

"She framed me for murder, transferred money to me, and tried to drown me."

"That constitutes attempted murder."

"Susan Langley, you will pay for what you did today."

She dialed the number.

Susan suddenly rushed over and snatched the phone away.

"Don't!"

"Joanna, I'm begging you…"

Joanna tried to break free, but she had no strength.

Evelyn stepped forward.

With a light push.

Susan staggered backward.

Joanna picked up the phone again.

"Thud!"

Susan knelt down.

This time, she wasn't kneeling to Joanna.

She was kneeling to Preston.

"Preston!"

"Are you really going to watch me die?!"

Preston pressed his lips together tightly.

"Susan, I…"

"Preston, back then when I saved you, it was all because I loved you!"

"Are you going to abandon me for an outsider?"

"You won't abandon me, right?"

"I'm your savior!"

"Say something!"

"Tell Joanna to stop, tell her to forgive me this once!"

Preston looked at Susan.

Images of the car accident from years ago surfaced in his mind.

In his dazed state, it was Susan who dragged him out of the car.

Her arm was burned.

Leaving a permanent scar.

He couldn't just abandon her…

Preston looked at Joanna.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Joanna looked at Susan and let out a scornful laugh.

"Savior?"

"What savior?"