After Cristofer left, Gretchen was so flustered that she immediately called Melody.

It was late at night, and Melody was sleeping before the call woke her up. She looked at York, who was sleeping soundly beside her, and then got out of bed quietly and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

“Mom, Cristofer seems to suspect me. What should I do?” Gretchen hurriedly spurted out.

“What does he suspect you about? The car accident or the death of that old maid?”

“Neither,” Gretchen said ...