The moment Lemira spoke up, Evelina's expression changed dramatically.

A cold sweat immediately broke out over the "two-faced" girl's back.

She never expected that wretch Lemira to actually have evidence!

But if Lemira really had proof, why had she kept quiet all this time? Was she lying? Otherwise, if she had evidence, she would have shown it already.

The thought made Evelina feel a little relieved—Lemira had to be bluffing.

She looked up and said, “If you really have evidence, then show it to everyone. I can't just let you accuse me out of nowhere, can I?"

She was betting that Lemira didn't actually have anything.

“Sure,” Lemira replied coolly. "At this point, there's no reason to hide anything."

Asher couldn't help but cut in. “Lemira, if you had evidence from the beginning, why didn't you tell us?"

"Because the person who did it is connected to Evelina's father. How could I possibly tell you? You wouldn't have believed me you'd only end up warning him,

and then how would we ever catch her father?"

After Lemira's bracing statement, Asher fell silent.

It was true; he wouldn't have believed her back then.

Only now did Asher realize just how much he had distrusted his only sister.

Evander grumbled, "Lemira, why waste time talking? If you have evidence, just show everyone."

Lemira pulled out her phone and brought up a surveillance clip.

"The day the chief steward was locked in the cellar, this man showed up at the Langston Estate. He's the one who killed the old butler."

Asher glanced at the video and asked, "Who is he?"

"Of course he's one of Evelina's father's accomplices. Who else? Do you think he could have pulled all this off on his own?"

Lemira didn't want to say more-—she couldn't let it slip that Evelina's father wasn't in her hands.

She put her phone away.

Evelina hadn't gotten a clear look at the surveillance video, but guilt made her too nervous to ask.

Lemira turned to Asher. "You also had doubts in your heart about the butler's death. But to avoid making trouble for the Langston family name, you just pretended not to know and never really investigated!"

Asher's face twisted slightly as Lemira called him out.

He snapped, "Is this how you speak to your brother? Everything I did was for the family's reputation! And do you think this scandal would benefit your own good name?"

Lucian nodded in agreement. "He's right, Lemmy. If word about this got out, people would just assume the butter had improper ties with people in our family. As a young woman, do you think you'd avoid the rumors?"

Lemira laughed, the sound thick with scorn. "Are you actually worried about my reputation, or just your own interests? You know the answer, so stop using moral guilt as a weapon."

Lucian knew he had no real argument.

He glanced at Evelina, his gaze especially complicated. "I used to think you were vain and petty, but le never thought you'd be so

vicious-or brave enough to have someone killed."

"Lucian, how can you just believe her? This is all Lemira's guesswork! The video only shows someone outside the Langston Estate—it doesn't prove they ever came inside."

A moment ago, Evelina had been terrified at what damning footage Lemira might have.

But it turned out to be just a street camera outside the estate.

There was no video from inside at all. Evelina had long since prepared for this and erased all the footage—so there was no physical evidence left.

As long as she flatly denied everything, there was no direct proof linking her to the butler's death.

Deep down, Evelina seethed with hatred at the old butler.

That old fool dared to touch her he deserved to die.