Only then did Uncle Lane say slowly, "What are you afraid of?"
"I'm just panicking. Leave these flowers. Talk to me." She covered her chest, and her heart was beating wildly.
Uncle Lane said gently, "What's wrong with you? You're acting weird today."
"Hubby, I don't know either." Mrs. Lane slowly approached Uncle Lane, trying to absorb some warmth.
"Speaking of Rory's father's death, you are very strange. Did you do something?" Uncle Lane glanced at her coldly.
"No! What can I do? That's your brother. How could I do such an evil thing? I'm indeed greedy for money, but I wouldn't do such a heartless thing." Mrs. Lane shook her head frantically.
"Yes, you didn't do anything." Uncle Lane looked at her for a long time before finally revealing a smile.
Only then did Mrs. Lane feel relieved. She wrapped her arms around Uncle Lane, looking worried.