"Speaking of a person in mind, I do have one. However, with her cowardly appearance, as timid as a mouse, it definitely isn't her."

I trembled in my heart. Uriah was treating me as the culprit.

Since we were young, he always thought I was timid, and sometimes he would deliberately catch bugs to scare me.

But Uriah, this time I was clearly very brave.

Ryle asked him, "Who are you talking about? If you tell us the name, we can investigate."

Uriah's face flashed with disgust, he shook his head, his tone disdainful and contemptuous.

"It couldn't be her. A country bumpkin like her should have gone back to her hometown in the mountains long ago. Even if she had ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare to cause trouble in my gallery."

I turned pale when I heard this.

It seems that Uriah still refuses to forgive our family.

After leaving the interrogation room, Ryle stopped my brother.

He personally handled the case involving Uriah and our family.

Ryle sighed and asked Uriah, "Uriah Knight, even now, you still can't forgive the Vargas family?"

"Especially your sister, Uma Vargas. She even..."

Hearing my name, I suddenly became nervous as I eavesdropped from the side.

But Uriah turned furious instantly, interrupting Ryle's words.

"Mr. Young, I respect you, but please don't ask such questions again!"

"Let me say it again, Uma Vargas is not my sister! She and her mother, both disgusting and dirty rats!"

Uriah. who has always considered himself calm, looks like an evil spirit when he mentions me and my own mother.

"Mr. Young, do you know that Uma called me yesterday and asked me to see her mother for the last time!"

"What face does she have? Both of them should have gone to hell long ago!"

Uriah sneered, "Uma is really hopelessly stupid. I was the one who sent her mother to prison. How could I go see her?"

I couldn't help but shed tears.

I'm sorry, Uriah, I shouldn't have made that call.

I know how much you hate us in your heart.

But in my mother's last wish, there is a desire to see you again.

Although she is not your biological mother, she has taken care of you for eighteen years.

Am I just too greedy? I thought.

I followed Uriah all the way home.

On the way, he went to the supermarket and bought a lot of vegetables that Iris loves to eat. It seems that he was going to cook for her himself.

When I was a child, Uriah also cooked for me.