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    But to Brian, Doris’s emotional outburst only served to increase his frustration. He rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the headache forming from the chaos. His patience was wearing thin, and he shot her a cold look. “Enough with the tears, Doris,” he said, his voice firm and clipped. “Just tell me what happened!”


    Brian noticed the scars marring Doris’s face.


    The blood, still fresh, traced startling and unsettling paths down her face. “What’s going on here? Who’s responsible for this?”


    Only a short while earlier, Doris’s constant crying had irritated him. Yet, the sight of her injuries now made him deeply worried.


    Having realized her tears were perhaps too much, Doris collected herself. She ryed to Brian the exact story she had shared with Carol just moments before.


    “That simply can’t be true,” Rachel responded firmly, her tone unwavering. Jeffrey had been her constantpanion for years. She believed she knew him better than anyone else.


    In her eyes, her brother could never act as Doris imed.


    This time around, Doris seemed moreposed. She closed the gap to Jeffrey, her tone steady. “Given that your sister supports you, I have another question for you. Did you approach me on your own?”


    Confronted with her intense stare, Jeffrey backed away, hiding slightly behind Rachel.


    “You’re frightening him,” Rachel said, stepping between them.


    Doris was not ready to drop the matter. “I’ll ask one more time: Did you approach me on your own? I want the truth, straight from the heart!”


    Her stare was sharp and overwhelmingly forceful, relentlessly drilling the same question into Jeffrey, leaving him noticeably rattled.


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    Jeffrey, naturally shy, found his defenses disintegrating in the face of such intensity.


    Overwhelmed, he finally gave a hesitant nod, his voice trembling. “Yes, I did that!”


    With Jeffrey’s confession, Doris appeared content.


    She stepped back and faced Rachel, her head held high. “There, you’ve heard it yourself. What more do you need to hear?”


    Rachel’sughter was chilling, tinged with sarcasm. “Seems like you’re set on framing him for a crime, aren’t you? But let’s say Jeffrey approached you—so what? It was just coincidence. He needed help and you happened to be there. He might think you are a kind soul and asked you for help. It seems he was utterly wrong about it.” Her tone was biting, getting straight to the point.


    Doris stood there, her cheeks burning with indignation, her emotions a whirlwind of anger and frustration.


    Yet, she quickly redirected her attention.


    Turning to Brian, Doris continued, her voice heavy with emotion. “Brian, aside from my initial ims, there’s more. I was physically assaulted. He attempted to drag me to the restroom, and these wounds on my face stand as undeniable proof. Brian, heshed out when I fought back. He grabbed my hair, wed at my face, and even raised his hand to strike me. Had I not screamed, my face might have been permanently disfigured.” Her voice quivered with each word,den with distress.


    The blood still visible on her face made her words more believable.


    Rachel, however, was unconvinced and shook her head in disbelief.


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