"The reason why I’m so disappointed is precisely because of the recording.” Luna let out an exhale, fixated her penetrating stare on Rosalyn's face, and took out the recording device once more.
She pressed the play button, and the voice of a younger Rosalyn rang out from the speaker.
"Tell me, Butler Fred: how can Granny Lynch be so cruel? Is she still unsatisfied with what she did to us and how hard we're trying to get by now?
"You're right—you're absolutely right. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be in this
situation now. I wouldn't even have lost my daughter in the first place!"
Rosalyn's voice echoed through the entire garden.
Luna stared impassively at Rosalyn's pale face as she played the audio. "You think I've never heard what your voice sounded like when you were younger?"
With that, she took out her phone, located the audio file she wanted, and played it. An equally clear but almost entirely different voice rang out.
"Samuel, I don't think we should be keeping in touch with each other anymore. You're in love with Lucy, whereas my husband is Lucy's ex...
"I'm concerned that other people— especially my husband—will misinterpret our relationship and think we were the ones who plotted Lucy’s murder..."
A man’s voice replied, "Rosalyn, you’re too kind for your own good. I can't believe that even after the way Charles treated you, you're still constantly putting yourself in his shoes. Can't you think of yourself for once?"
"No, there's no need for that. I love Charles, and he's my everything. Even if he’s never going to get better, I'm willing to stay by his side for the rest of my life. I'm content with this...”
The color drained from Rosalyn's face upon hearing this.
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