Sextuplets From Ruthless Love novel Chapter 95

It was pretty late after they wrapped up the snooker session. Then, everyone went out to the beach.

Remembering that Bennett loved eating fish, Jessica went to slice up some raw fish in the kitchen.

When she came out of the kitchen with a plate of raw fish slices, before she could even open the door, she heard a sharp shriek from outside.

"Murderer! she's a murderer!"

"Oh my gosh! She's killed somebody!"

The two servers shouted loudly all of a sudden. Startled, Jessica had no idea what was going on.

Turning around, she saw a body lying on the ground, blood oozing steadily out of his chest.

She had been mistaken as a murderer.

A crowd quickly gathered around her and the body. She put down the plate and kept quiet.

She did not expect to be mistaken as a murderer again after so many years.

"It wasn't me," she uttered as she was surrounded by a crowd. A bitterness swelled in her heart.

Why?

Why was she always framed?

After so many years, she had forgotten about Samantha.

Why did this happen, causing her to be reminded about that incident once more?

Moments passed, and Trevor joined the crowd. His brows furrowed as he looked at the corpse on the ground.

"Big trouble, Mr. Gulliford, Ms. Lockett killed somebody!" a server went up to report to Trevor.

Slap!

Right after she finished speaking, a sharp slapping noise filled her ears. The blow was so hard that it left a red handprint on her face.

"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Trevor asked in a deep voice as he massaged his wrist. He smacked her so hard that he hurt his wrist.

Jessica stood quietly, taking in Trevor's actions. For the first time in forever, her eyes were damp.

This was the first time he believed in her!

Why?

If he had trusted her half as much back then as he did today, she wouldn't have ended this way.

"Trevor, why didn't you protect me back then?" Jessica murmured in her heart.

"Why?" she yelled inwardly. A drop of tear trickled down her face, but she could not produce another tear. Her blocked lacrimal gland had just recovered slightly.

"It's all right, I am here," Trevor tried to comfort her.

Looking at her teary eyes, Trevor felt a thorn piercing his heart. "Damn it, which son of a bitch dares to

murder someone on my island?" he wondered.

He wanted to embrace her. Yet, when he lifted his foot, he hesitated and planted it back onto the ground.