---- the fabric, and her tone grew more frantic. "Why are you bringing this up now?" Marcus' face darkened as he pulled Jasmine protectively behind him. "Sam, the issue here is that you abandoned Jas at your wedding. Don't try to dodge responsibility by dragging up irrelevant matters." "But something doesn't add up." Samuel did not acknowledge Marcus' words. He kept his gaze on Jasmine, shaking his head. "A shot fired directly in front of you would've left a wound at this angle." He demonstrated with his hand. "But the angle of your leg wound... It's the exact opposite. That wound could only have been caused if you had shot yourself." He changed his angle. Jasmine's eyes widened in panic, and she instinctively took a step back. "What're you implying, Sam?" Dylan, still pinned against the door, began struggling. "Couldn't that traitor have attacked Jas from behind?" ---- "'Yes, yes! She snuck up on me!" Jasmine quickly nodded, latching onto the excuse Dylan had thrown her. Samuel's voice remained calm as he asked, "Then why didn't you tell me that back then?" "I-I was in so much pain I nearly passed out. I was terrified. I must've... I must've forgotten," Jasmine stammered, her unease growing more obvious. She quickly changed the subject, and her tone became accusatory. "Sam, what's really going on? Did you find Emilia? Did she tell you that I framed her?"