“I am your brother, after all, so let me give you a piece of advice.”
Quennel said with an air of magnanimity, “Just go to Hannah and admit it. Tell her you misread the name and thought it was mine, so you sent it to her to start a fight between us. Be a man about it, admit you were wrong. Hannah might actually respect you for it.”
Hearing Quennel offer him advice infuriated Lionel even more. He glared, his hands clenched into tight fists. After a long silence, he finally spoke.
“Let me tell you, I will get to the bottom of this. I’ll prove to Hannah that the name on that letter was originally yours, but someone changed it. This was your doing. You may have fooled Hannah, but you can’t fool me! I’m not that stupid!”
Quennel raised an eyebrow slightly. “So, you’re saying Hannah is stupid? But think about it for a second. If you didn’t misread the name, and it really was my name on there, why would it have been changed?”
He lowered his voice, subtly trying to guide Lionel’s suspicions toward Hannah.
After all, if Lionel was foolish enough to go confront Hannah, it would be quite a show.
“It wasn’t Samuel, and it wasn’t the butler. Who else handled that letter?”
At those words, Lionel’s first instinct was to deny it, to say that it couldn’t possibly have been Hannah. But as the words were about to leave his mouth, he paused.
He had considered early on that Hannah might have changed it, but he could never figure out her motive.
It just didn’t make any sense. But now, with every other possibility ruled out, Hannah was suddenly the most likely suspect.
He still refused to believe it, certain that Hannah would never do something like that.
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