Lavinia Wilde's words yanked him back to reality, his chest still violently trembling, yet he could only restrain his emotions and maintain his composure.
His gaze sharply swept over Lavinia Wilde: "I think she's just fine."
"You all have been deceived by her, my current plight is all because of her!"
Martin Yates sneered lowly: "Ms. Wilde, you seem to have forgotten, I was there on the day of the incident. The drugs were found in your bag, and you and Mr. Drake were caught in the act by numerous onlookers."
"What? Did she force you?"
"Don't talk about being drugged and unable to resist, don't make excuses for your own lust and infatuation."
"I only see a young girl who had to resist out of desperation."
"I've lived long enough to distinguish humans from ghosts. It's not your place to meddle in who my nephew chooses to be with!"
Lavinia Wilde didn't expect both uncle and nephew to defend Cressida Jones so staunchly, which infuriated her to death.
She understood,
