Looking at Jonas's expression, a hint of nervousness appeared in Janet's heart.
Janet used her left hand to pry Jonas's right hand from her wrist, but found she couldn't muster the strength to loosen it at all.
With difficulty, Jonas managed to speak in broken phrases.
"Jan...Janet...it's you..."
Just a few words from Jonas dropped like a thunderbolt into Janet's ear.
A strong sense of fear appeared in Janet's heart.
Her breathing grew rapid, and without caring whether it would harm Jonas on the bed, she forcibly shook off Jonas's right hand from her wrist!
Just as Janet was about to vociferously deny it, she remembered the guard standing at the door.
Janet widened her eyes, staring directly at Jonas, "Grandfather, what are you saying?"
"What is 'me'?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Jonas's difficult words echoed again.
"It was you...who killed my son, who killed Eduardo...Simoni..."
"You bitch...what exactly are you trying to do?"
