"The night I prepared to leave Laurent Arthur Island after spending three months in a period of danger coincided with an important festival on the island. That night, we were also invited by the island’s residents to dance around a bonfire in celebration... I remember being very happy that night because my condition had improved, and I couldn’t resist the residents’ enthusiasm, so I drank a little fruit wine that night..."

Christine Quinn hadn’t finished speaking when Jonathon Gibson already guessed what she wanted to ask. "I’ve already explained to you that nothing happened that night. You were drunk, and I only took you back to your room. Since I had also drunk quite a bit that night, I passed out on your bed... we only woke up on the same bed the next day."

"Are you telling me the truth?" Christine Quinn kept shaking her head, gazing into Jonathon Gibson’s dim eyes.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Because these photos can’t lie." At that moment, Christine Quinn threw a photo she got from Skyler Jones in front of Jonathon Gibson.

The photo was taken on a bed...

Jonathon Gibson was holding Christine Quinn, leaning down to kiss her... this couldn’t prove anything, but his body was naked, and crucially, her body was only covered with a sheet.

At first glance, they looked like they were engaged in something consensual, the scene appeared so languid and ambiguous...

Jonathon Gibson stared at the photo, his brow furrowing tighter, "Why are there such photos?"

Christine Quinn’s eyes were already red, and she lowered her head in shame, "This is what I want to ask you."

Jonathon Gibson hurriedly explained, "I didn’t know such photos existed at all..."

Christine Quinn suddenly lifted her eyes, her tear-filled eyes glaring painfully at Jonathon Gibson, "What I care about is not the photo itself, but whether the photo shows the truth!"

"Christine, I..."

"That night I slept very deeply, I have no recollection at all... so please tell me, what really happened that night? Are you hiding anything from me?"

Faced with Christine Quinn’s hysterical questioning, Jonathon Gibson finally remained silent.

Christine Quinn kept shaking her head, looking at Jonathon Gibson, "Even drunk, we couldn’t have done such a thing; I understand my own body... so, what did you do to me, Jonathon Gibson, I ask you to tell me the truth!!"

"Christine, calm down first..."

"How can I calm down?" Christine Quinn shouted, with tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.

Fortunately, they were seated in a corner of the café, with not too many customers around, so although Christine Quinn’s yelling caught the attention of a few distant customers, no one could hear what she was saying.

Staring intently at Christine Quinn’s aggrieved and tearful face, Jonathon Gibson’s eyes showed heartache, and he finally whispered, "Yes, yes, I did something to let you down."

Christine Quinn looked at Jonathon Gibson incredulously, "No, you wouldn’t..."

Jonathon Gibson’s eyes were confused and downcast, "Christine, I’m sorry..."

"You wouldn’t, wouldn’t, you’re lying to me, Jonathon Gibson, you’re lying to me now... you said nothing happened between us..." Christine Quinn stared fiercely at Jonathon Gibson, trying to find a hint of lying expression on his face.

But Jonathon Gibson always looked at her calmly and steadily, "I’m sorry, Christine, it’s my fault..."

Christine Quinn suddenly covered her ears, "Don’t say anymore, I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it..."

"That night, maybe it was because of the alcohol, I couldn’t control myself, I originally just wanted to kiss you, I didn’t expect things to get out of hand... after sex I regretted it a lot, I was afraid you would never forgive me, so that night I dressed you, and hypocritically lied to you that nothing happened between us..."

"Don’t say anymore, don’t say anymore..."

Christine Quinn stood up and ran out of the café.

Jonathon Gibson hurriedly chased after her, and at the café entrance, he tightly embraced Christine Quinn.

However, Christine Quinn fiercely pushed Jonathon Gibson away and reached out to give Jonathon Gibson a slap.

Smack —

The sharp sound of the slap caught the attention of people around them.

Jonathon Gibson, however, stood still, deeply reflecting self-blame and guilt as he looked at her, ready to take any punishment from her.

After slapping Jonathon Gibson, Christine Qin turned and rushed into the crowd watching the commotion...

By the time Jonathon Gibson caught up, Christine Quinn had already disappeared into the sea of people.

"Madam, Young Mistress..." Uncle Piers rushed in from outside, calling out anxiously.

Mrs. Geoffrey and Rebecca Quentin were playing with Marie, Andrew, and the little princess in the hall. Hearing Uncle Piers’ call, Mrs. Geoffrey couldn’t help but frown, "What’s the matter, shouting like this?"

Rebecca Quentin said, "Hey, Uncle Piers, didn’t you take my sister to the company to find my brother-in-law, why did you come back alone?"

Uncle Piers quickly said, "Madam, Young Mistress, this is exactly what I was going to talk about... in the afternoon, I took the young mistress to the company. I don’t know if the young mistress saw Mr. Jones or not, I only know that the young mistress wasn’t in a good mood when she got back. Later, the young mistress arranged to meet a friend for coffee, and I took her to that café. Since the parking was full there, the young mistress told me she would call me when she was leaving, so I parked the car a bit further away. But I waited in that parking lot for a long time, and the young mistress didn’t call me. Finally, I drove back to that café and found out that the young mistress had left without my knowing when. I called the young mistress’ phone, but I couldn’t get through..."

Mrs. Geoffrey and Rebecca Quentin immediately stood up from the sofa, "What, Christine is missing?" Mrs. Geoffrey’s face turned pale with fright.

"How is that possible? My sister isn’t someone who leaves without telling; if she wanted to go somewhere by herself, she would definitely call you." Rebecca Quentin looked at Uncle Piers, puzzled.

"Auntie, did mommy forget Uncle Piers, and go somewhere on her own?" Marie asked.

Mrs. Geoffrey caught on to a sensitive piece of information, "You just mentioned that Christine wasn’t in a good mood after meeting with Oversky?"

Uncle Piers nodded, "I feel the young mistress might have quarreled with Mr. Jones..."

"Why would they quarrel?" Rebecca Quentin was shocked, "Yesterday, my brother-in-law even helped celebrate my sister’s birthday!"

"Yeah, Oversky just got back last night; what was there to argue about..." Mrs. Geoffrey said.

"But now we can’t reach my sister..." Rebecca Quentin put down Christine Quinn’s phone number she just dialed but failed to connect, worrying, "Could something have happened to her?"