"This recording is real."
Justin Battleson moved his gaze away from the phone, his expression calm. "At that time, Oliver Battleson and my mother argued almost every day. These words... I would hear them daily."
"So these recordings..." Charlotte Thompson hesitated.
"It's Ella White. Only she could, and only she would do such a thing," Justin stated without hesitation.
However, this recording also stirred up a scene that had always been buried in Justin's mind.
His biological mother died right in front of him.
This was a scene Justin could never forget for the rest of his life.
Now, recalling it again, his numbed nerves began to throb faintly, prompting Justin to raise his hand and press it against his cheek.
Seeing this, Charlotte quickly walked over, took Justin's palm, and discovered that his fingertips were icy cold.
"Those things are in the past now, Justin. Neither you nor your mother did anything wrong. No one can smear dirt on you," she said.
