Chapter 97

Natalie's Fall

Natalie walked slowly, every movement carefully calculated. She sat down, crossing her legs, and lifted her chin.

Graham approached. “Mrs. Walker, did you poison Lillian Walker?”

Natalie let out a small, mocking laugh. “Of course not. This is absurd.”

Graham nodded. “Then how do you explain the footage?”

Natalie shrugged. “It’s a misunderstanding. I was merely adjusting the drink. Perhaps the real poisoner knew how to frame me.”

Clarkson stood abruptly. “So you’re claiming you were framed?”

Natalie smirked. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Clarkson stepped forward. “If that were true, why did you try to flee when you were arrested?”

Natalie’s expression flickered for a...