"Hahaha, how ridiculous."
Celeste Grant gave her an exasperated look. "Are you blaming me for this? Was I the one who stabbed him? Weren't you the one who killed him? Jocelyn Grant, I have to say, I'm truly impressed by your talent for playing both the villain and the victim. You talk of love and cry more fiercely than anyone, yet you were so quick to strike. Is this what they call a 'gentle blade'? Every cut fatal. It's hilarious."
"How can you say that?" Jocelyn Grant looked at Celeste Grant, her face a mask of agony and helplessness. "You forced me! It was you, Celeste Grant! You're the one who got Brother Hawthorne killed! Why? Why did you have to force me?"
'Ever since we were little, this cousin of mine could never stand to see me happy. She had to fight me for everything. And now, she keeps pushing me into one deadly situation after another.'
