Beggars Can't Be Choosers
Lucas inwardly sweated as he fearfully looked at Evelynn. He didn' think that his nephew's wife would a poison cultivator at all. His adam's apple moved, indicating his fear visibly.
Meanwhile, Evelynn felt guilty for her carelessness and misunderstanding, hence, she inadvertently averted her gaze. She didn't mean to poison him at all. It was just at that time, all inhibitions she had were cast aside since she felt that the 'intruder' was the one who poisoned her husband.
"Now then... I have shifted almost all the blame to Isabella, so you better go explain the situation to her if you don't want to get exposed."
Lucas became aghast, "H-How am I supposed to talk about this with a Seventh Stage Expert! Wouldn't I be courting death?"
"Well then, I'll go tell your family the truth now..." Davis pursed his lips and turned away to leave.
"Ah!! Nephew, don't!"
Davis didn't stop.