Everyone held their breath, looking at Tiana Thorne.
Rouge Jarvis had a feeling that Jonas Jarvis's truth was merely surface-level, and there was something deeper behind it.
Tiana Thorne's eyes turned cold as she spoke, word by word: "That night, you didn't have any relations with my uncle."
Jonas Jarvis suddenly looked at her, his heart seemed about to leap out of his throat, his chest ached, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
How could this be?
For twenty-one years, he had been tormented by this, believing it all these years, only to suddenly be told that nothing happened that night?
No one could understand his feelings at that moment, his hands clenched tightly into fists, silent.
Cynthia Morgan staggered back a step, her eyes filled with hatred.
Could she really know fortune-telling?!!
"However, that night, you did have relations with someone else, and that person wasn't my uncle, it was the star of a small tavern you sought out. Do you need me to be more specific?"
