?Chapter 334:


    My head snapped up in shock. “What?! How is that possible? Didn’t Jessica confess and turn on him?”


    Amon frowned. “Jessica confessed her crime but she didn’t mention Frank. She ims he had nothing to do with it.”


    I furrowed my brow,pletely baffled.


    Jessica had every reason to betray Frank—so why didn’t she? What was she protecting?


    Molly, who had spent the night here as well, chimed in, her curiosity piqued by our conversation. “What’s going on?”


    Amon turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “Molly, have you heard of the cobras?”


    Molly’s calm expression didn’t waver. “Yes, I remember seeing them in the manor. They were caught in the garden snake trap.”


    “Molly, the snake that bit Miss Dunn happened to be one of the two snakes in the manor garden,” Amon remarked slowly, wearing a cunning smirk. “Jessica told me that you informed her about the presence of the two snakes.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    The air in the dining room thickened like a heavy fog, suffocating the very sound out of the room. Every movement seemed frozen in time, and it was so quiet that the drop of a pin could have echoed like thunder.


    All eyes turned toward Molly. Narrowing my gaze, I studied her closely, suspicion tugging at the back of my mind.


    Could Molly really be involved in this?


    Her wide, innocent eyes were filled with confusion, as if she had just been used of a crime she had no knowledge of, like a child lost in a maze of adult usations.


    “I just happened to bump into Jessica,” Molly stammered, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind, “and I only gave her a friendly warning. I had no idea she would use those snakes to try and kill Makenna.”


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    She sped her hands together, looking as if she were on the verge of tears.


    Amon’s expression remained unreadable, his eyes silently fixed on Molly. She, however, turned to me, pleading for some kind of lifeline, her face full of distress.


    “Makenna, you’ve got to believe me,” Molly said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I only mentioned the snakes to Jessica out of kindness…”


    I didn’t respond immediately. Keeping my voice calm and steady, I simply said, “Molly, have your breakfast.”


    The indifference in my tone seemed to cut deeper than I intended. Molly’s face fell, her unease thick in the air. Silently, she looked down, fiddling with her napkin, her once confident demeanor shrinking into awkwardness.


    Lily, who had been quietly observing from the side, chose this moment to speak up. “Makenna, I believe in Molly. I just don’t think she’s capable of something like this.” Her voice was soft, but there was a conviction that surprised me.


    I blinked, caught off guard. How had Molly and Lily grown so close in just one night?


    Before I could respond, Alice, sitting beside me, let out a sharp, derisiveugh.


    “We all know what Molly’s like. Lily, you’ve barely known her a day. And here you are, jumping to her defense already?” There was no mistaking the edge in Alice’s voice.


    I had never taken kindly to Molly, and now Lily’s sudden alliance with her was like throwing fuel onto a fire. Tension hung over the breakfast table like a brewing storm. I could feel the atmosphere fraying at the seams, and if things continued like this, it would only grow more ufortable.


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