Neville gave a small nod. “I’ll head back to the office, then.”
However, before they separated, they crossed paths with Leona and Betsey.
Leona and Betsey stormed up to Matthew, their faces twisted in fury.
They were adamant that Robin hadn’t been killed by a maid. Instead, they believed Matthew had staged the entire situation to clear Stella’s name, finding a convenient scapegoat in the process.
Betsey, fueled by grief and outrage, cast aside her usual hesitation around Matthew.
Standing at the police station’s entrance, she stepped forward, her voice loud and accusatory. “Matthew, don’t think you can fool everyone! How could Robin have been killed by a maid? This is clearly your plan!”
Leona, not to be outdone, added her own venomous remarks.
Matthew’s expression darkened, his fists tightening as he fought to keep his temper in check.
Neville, unable to stand the escalating tension any longer, moved between them and spoke sharply. “Enough! Stop causing a scene. The maid left a note making it clear that Robin was the one who started it. Even if you despise Stella, making wild accusations won’t help anything.”
Despite his words, Leona and Betsey’s anger remained unchecked.
Without warning, Leona spun toward Lindsay, her voice sharp with urgency. “Lindsay, say something! The maid was loyal to you, and Robin was your brother. You were there; you must know the truth!”
Lindsay’s heart raced, panic rising in her chest. Leona’s words felt like a direct challenge, and Lindsay knew she had to choose her next words carefully to avoid exposing the secrets she was desperate to keep hidden.
Lindsay took a measured breath, forcing composure into her voice.
“Both Robin and Katelyn deserve peace. They’re gone now. Let it end here. Continuing like this won’t help anyone.”
Betsey’s expression darkened, her fury boiling over. She pointed an accusatory finger at Lindsay and snapped, “How dare you speak like that! Robin is your brother, and he’d been murdered by that vile woman. How can you just brush it off? Have you no heart?”
Lindsay bit her lip, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, yet she said nothing, her silence speaking volumes of her hurt.
Betsey, relentless and blind to her pain, fired another accusation.
“Look at what you’ve become! You sacrificed your legs for Matthew, and for what? Now his wife took your brother’s life, and here you are defending them! Do you even realize how pathetic you’ve become?”
Tears spilled down Lindsay’s cheeks as she choked out a quiet plea.
“Mom, please. calm down.”
Neville, standing nearby, watched Lindsay’s quiet suffering, his stern exterior softening with a trace of pity for her situation.
Matthew, his patience wearing thin, interrupted the tirade with a sharp command. “Take Betsey and Leona home. This argument is getting us nowhere.”
Betsey turned her anger toward him, her voice shrill with defiance.
“So that’s it, Matthew? You’re going to lock us away? Afraid we’ll expose the truth? Is silencing us your way of handling things?”