After that, he turned his head slightly. “Crispin.”
Crispin nodded, took out his phone, and brought up a video. He walked over to Zoltan and presented it respectfully. “Mr. Palmer, if you please.”
Larissa was slightly surprised, but then she realized what kind of video Haskell must have taken. She raised an eyebrow at him, a playful glint in her eye. “Haskell, you’re full of surprises.”
“I have Faith’s lack of caution to thank for it,” Haskell replied with a smile.
Faith’s eyes widened in shock. What video could Haskell possibly have? It couldn’t be…
Solomon frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.
Finley’s heart hammered in his chest. He had taken a huge risk coming here to testify for Faith, all for the chance to be cured. If this failed, he might never get another opportunity. After all, he had just stabbed his own sister in the back yet again.
Amid the shifting tensions in the room, Zoltan took the phone and pressed play. Haskell’s voice filled the silence first.
“Your brother took Draven to Africa to lure me there, didn't he? To make sure I never came back.”
Then, Faith’s voice.
“You're imagining things, Haskell. My brother had nothing to do with it. Draven did something to betray you and fled to Africa on his own.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“No, bro! It was Solomon! He took me there! I heard him telling his men he was going to force you to come rescue me so he could get rid of you.”
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