Chapter 135: Dark History
At his words, Amelia immediately sat up, her back rod-straight.
"That is not true!" she shot back.
"And how would you know?" Joshua retorted with a condescending laugh. "You weren’t born yet when it happened. Even after, your mother and father said nothing to you about their respective families. How would you know what they were like before they had you?"
As he spoke, Joshua’s fork pierced into a slab of beef, placing it into his mouth before chewing loudly. He sighed.
"Truly, the life of the rich is so different," he said with a sigh, swallowing his food right after. "Even the everyday meats we see at the supermarket can taste so different."
"Explain yourself," Amelia said with gritted teeth. "What did you mean by your words?"
"Hold your horses, I’m getting to that," Joshua said as he took another big bite, letting out a satisfied moan as he swallowed another mouthful. "This meal feels absolutely sinful if I do say so myself."
"My mom was not a murderer," Amelia insisted, with more confidence.
If Elaine Hawthorne was indeed accused of such a serious crime, there was no way someone like Annalise would have kept her mouth quiet about it. It didn’t take a genius to see that Annalise hated her sister-in-law; if there was anything that she could pin on Amelia’s mother, Annalise would have done it.