At Lionel’s thunderous roar, David swallowed again, his breathing heavy with fear. He couldn’t bring himself to speak.
Edith, seeing his cowardice, pointed an accusing finger at him. “It was him! He asked if Quennel could arrange a meeting for them! He knew exactly what kind of person Kim is, and he… he still did it!”
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She lunged at David, pounding her fists against his chest.
“It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t asked, would Quennel have helped? Would Sandra have been targeted? Would she be lying here like this?”
“It’s you, it’s all you! You’ve ruined my daughter! You’re not human! David, I’m telling you, if anything happens to Sandra, I will never forgive you! Never!”
David closed his eyes in anguish, letting her hit him without fighting back.
“So you’re saying you initiated this? Quennel didn’t approach you first?” Lionel asked, his voice dangerously low.
Edith nodded, taking a deep breath. She had no energy left to hit her husband. She just walked back to the bed and gazed at her poor, broken daughter.
“I’m asking you one more time. Are you sure Quennel didn’t approach you?”
“No, no! A man like Mr. Quennel Rosenberg, would he ever come to us? I just… I must have been out of my mind that day, so desperate to save the Woods family that I wasn’t thinking straight!”
The color drained from Lionel’s face, his eyes wide with shock and regret.
He had assumed… he had assumed that Hannah had run to Quennel, crying about her problems, and that Quennel, in a twisted act of revenge, had targeted the Woods family.

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