Listening to Fiona Grantham's words, Victor Bennett laughed, his smile growing colder, as he looked at Fiona, his eyes full of disgust and repulsion.
He felt as if he was meeting this woman for the first time, this deranged woman.
Had she been too good at pretending before, or what?
"The surveillance footage is damaged, but the person who hit you had a dash cam on their car. Clearly, the car didn't hit you; you ran into the car yourself, didn't you?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Fiona screamed in a panic, "I'm not insane. How could I possibly run into a car? Do I have a death wish?"
Victor found this laughable: "Yes, you're insane. People like you shouldn't be in prison; you should be sent to a mental institution!"
Victor's eyes glared with anger.
It was him, he who couldn't distinguish right from wrong, who was spun around like a fool by her games and hurt Bella Green.
He genuinely cared for her, yet she constantly exploited him.
