Edward Stephens' fingers paused slightly, his intuition sensing something unusual in Ian Linton's words.
"Today is your birthday, after dinner, let's rest early." Ian Linton's voice was calm from start to finish, just like his usual poised demeanor, as if persuading Emily Ginger, or coaxing her, "Emily, this is the birthday gift I bought for you, a beautiful platinum necklace, do you want to try it on...?"
He hadn't finished speaking when "Bang!" something was thrown to the ground.
Emily Ginger's hysterical scream rang out: "What the hell kind of birthday is this! Don't think I don't know who that necklace is for! When did I ever like platinum necklaces? Ian Linton, you're disgusting, you really disgust me to the point of wanting to vomit!"
