"Milford, your sister's memory will return sooner or later, and the truth will come out. Instead of blaming me, why don't you think about why you didn't even investigate back then and just insisted I pushed her?"
Milford's breath hitched, his chest aching as if struck by a hammer.
Why? Was it because Tamara cried so pitifully while accusing Leilani? Was it because Leilani had a "bad reputation" while Tamara was always obedient? Or was it because... subconsciously, he didn't want to look deeper?
At that moment, Yvonne gradually calmed down, her breathing stabilizing. She opened her eyes weakly, her voice barely audible. "Milford, I think... I saw some images..."
Milford, afraid of another agitation, knelt and held her hand. "Alright, don't think about these things now. Resting is the most important thing."
Yvonne shook her head, her eyes confused yet troubled. "But... in those images, Tamara..."
"Yvonne!" Milford interrupted, his tone urgent. "You need to rest. I will investigate those matters. I promise to give you and Leilani the truth."
He had said this phrase countless times. Leilani chuckled, too tired to watch his performance. She packed her needles and turned to leave. As she moved, Yvonne suddenly grabbed the corner of her shirt, tears flowing, making Leilani stop.
"Leilani... I really remembered..." Yvonne looked up, her eyes clearing. "That day... before I was pushed, Leilani really wasn't there. Although I don't know who pushed me, I am certain it wasn't Leilani!"

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