Ava didn't expect Agnes to be so straightforward. Although she asked, her tone was already affirmative.
Ava hung her head, her voice barely a whisper, "Why suspect me? There are so many people in the crew who are green with envy over you. Why do you suspect me?"
In asking this, Ava had already somewhat admitted her guilt.
Agnes felt a pang of disappointment. She wished Ava would deny it.
Agnes said: "Maybe it's intuition, You've been acting strange lately. And during my hospital stay, you were the only one who didn't visit."
It took Ava a while to respond, "Yes, I did it. I knew you were allergic to peanuts, so I put peanut powder under your pillow."
Ava suddenly looked up, "But I didn't know it would be so severe. I thought it would just cause some hives and you'd get over it."
Agnes asked, "Beatrice told you about my peanut allergy, didn't she?"
Ava's voice dropped even lower, "Yes."
"She must not have told you that inhaling peanut powder could trigger an allergic asthma attack," Agnes said with a disappointment, "I always knew Beatrice had it out for me, but I never thought you'd help her."
Agnes was silent for a moment. Then she asked, "Why were you so cold to me? Why did you let Beatrice use you?"
Ava bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then said, "One night, I saw Justin drop you off. You'd had dinner together, but you told me you ate at the snack street. I thought you were lying. Beatrice told me you took this role to get close to Justin."
Agnes sighed. She had already guessed it.
Sure enough, it was because of the trouble caused by Justin.
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