Chapter 78 Confrontation and Concern

• Whitney was jolted. Sensing the hand around her neck tightening further, nearly choking off her breath, she hastily said, "Dar... Darling, I have no clue what you're referring to. Let me go, and we can sort this out, okay?"
• Bryan's tone was icily cold. "Whitney, how long are you going to keep up this pretense?"
• Whitney's face drained of all color, turning ashen, and she doggedly attempted to defend herself. "I truly don't know! I'm so fond of Asty that I'd never harm her. You mentioned injuries, but it's news to me. Darling, I'm being unjustly accused!"