"What's your purpose here?" The Duke's tone was very cold.
Mrs. Johnson looked calm. She looked straight at Evan, who was half-sideways on the bed, and said warmly, "Sir, I'm here to find Mr. Pastor."
Although Mrs. Johnson's attitude was modest, her tone was not withdrawn at all, but rather aggressive.
Duke Wilson frowned, looking at Mrs Johnson more and more coldly.
"Mr. Pastor is seriously injured. If you have anything to say, say it as soon as possible."
Mrs. Johnson was blocked by Duke Wilson's words, and after a while, she said: "I want to talk to Mr. Reverend alone, and I need to repent."
After Mrs. Johnson said these words, Duke Wilson was a little speechless. After all, Mrs. Johnson is still a Christian, and she still has such rights.
Duke Wilson glanced at Evan, only to find that Evan sat up thoughtfully, looking at the void in front of him.
Duke Wilson couldn't tell what Evan was thinking, so he could only whisper: "Pastor Bruce, can your body withstand such a thing?"
Evan raised his head as if he had just reacted suddenly. There was a flash of thought in his expression, but he finally became firm, nodded and said, "Of course, thank you for your concern."
Duke Wilson had expected his answer, so he could only nod helplessly: "That's good, but if you can't support it, you can definitely call me." After saying this, watching Evan agree , then turned and left the room.
After Duke Wilson went out, Mrs. Johnson walked to Evan's bed. Her appearance was so gentle, so gentle that people sometimes ignored her appearance.
Evan belongs to this type of person. Although he had contact with Mrs. Johnson before, but after all, he had less time, and they were all greetings from a distance, so this time, it was the first time he could see this woman so clearly looks like.
"Mr. Pastor." Mrs. Johnson gracefully removed the gloves from her hands and sat on the stool beside Evan's bed.
"What do you think of my husband's death?"
Evan's heart moved, she was talking about death, not suicide.
"This is really a tragedy." Evan still looked sympathetic: "Please mourn."
There was no trace of sadness on Mrs. Johnson's face. She still stared at Evan calmly, with a look of almost cold determination in her eyes.
"You are a priest." Mrs. Johnson said lightly: "I heard from Sheriff Chandler about your accusation against my husband. Not surprised."
Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson with some surprise, and even exposed her own family shame in front of him, which was completely unlike the practice of people of this era.
Evan wisely chose not to speak.
Mrs. Johnson did not stop there, and continued: "I know better than anyone what my husband is like. He is greedy, vain, lustful, likes to be pretentious, and prefers to be clever. He is the most depraved person I have ever seen. A gentleman." Mrs Johnson paused slightly at this point: "No, I don't even know now if I can call him a gentleman."
Evan bowed his head a little embarrassedly. A woman speaks ill of her husband in front of you. No matter what the situation is, it will make people feel at a loss.
Seeing Evan like this, Mrs. Johnson couldn't help but smile: "Do you think I'm crazy?"
Evan coughed dryly and pulled out a forced smile.
Mrs. Johnson didn't force Evan to say anything, but continued on her own: "Maybe, many people think I'm crazy." After she finished speaking, she laughed as if mocking herself.
"My husband has so many flaws." Mrs. Johnson's expression suddenly became serious: "But I can also tell you that someone as despicable and self-serving as him will not take it lightly. Suicide."
Her words were serious and serious, with almost no expression, but Evan was stunned.
He had never heard such a malicious testimony.
He looked at Mrs. Johnson, with a hint of doubt in his expression: "Since you have such speculation, why didn't you tell Sheriff Chandler?"
Mrs. Johnson's mouth overflowed with a wry smile: "You know better than me what Sheriff Chandler is. If I say these things to him, he will think I'm crazy."
Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson and thought to myself that I think you are very ill too.
"Madam, this matter is not something I can decide. Even if you have such doubts, I can't do anything for you."
Evan didn't want to take matters into his own hands at this time, especially since this matter was related to the church. I was afraid that the church's arrival was only a few days ago, so he couldn't get caught up in this kind of thing at this time.
After listening to Evan's words, Mrs. Johnson was obviously a little disappointed, but in the end she quickly adjusted her emotions and smiled reluctantly.
"You are a benevolent person. I know that I feel sorry for the church for what my husband has done. Don't worry, I will try my best to compensate the church."
Mrs. Johnson looked a little unreasonable from a rational point of view, and began to win over Evan from this aspect.
Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson and sneered in his heart.
"This matter will naturally be handled by the church and the police. Your reasonableness really makes me feel relieved."
Evan is not Pastor Ross who can be flattened and rounded by others. Originally, it was the money of the church. How could Mrs. Johnson take it out as a favor.
Mrs. Johnson was speechless by Evan, and looked a little embarrassed.
"What you said is." She lowered her head and touched her gloves, her tone slightly pitiful: "I am also very ashamed of my husband doing these things, but now he is dead, I just want a result, he He won't commit suicide, he definitely won't commit suicide!"
Mrs. Johnson said that she had a hint of tears at the end, and she looked straight at Evan, completely lost her previous indifference.
Evan looked at Mrs. Johnson with some surprise. He thought that this lady had absolutely no feelings for the wicked husband she said, but now looking at her sad face, Evan suddenly realized that the woman was this one. The most incomprehensible species in the world.
"What do you want?" Evan's tone was almost helpless.
Mrs. Johnson's eyes lit up when she heard him ask, and she immediately said: "Pastor Bruce, you are a kind person, my husband died innocently, and I can do nothing, but you have a close relationship with Sheriff Chandler, this matter Could you please pay more attention, I just want one result."
Mrs. Johnson's plea made Evan frown. He had not contacted Mrs. Johnson before. Now it seems that this woman is more difficult than her husband.
First, he wanted to use Johnson's abnormal death to hang Evan, and he decided to use the underdog policy. He really didn't miss any opportunity.
"Ma'am, Mr. Johnson's death, Sheriff Chandler has concluded. There is no concrete basis for your speculation. I cannot rely on this to make any request to Sheriff Chandler. Madam, I really I'm sorry."
Evan really didn't want to pay attention to this scheming woman. Even if Johnson died strangely, he didn't want to show weakness in front of this woman easily.
Mrs. Johnson looked at Evan and suddenly realized that the pastor was not as innocent and kind as she thought. Mrs. Johnson's heart suddenly swayed, and she suddenly realized that her strategy would definitely not be successful.
"Pastor Bruce." Mrs. Johnson's expression finally softened: "I understand what you said, I'm sorry, I just hope that my husband's death can be reasonably explained."
Seeing that she finally stopped pretending, Evan sneered in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, he just whispered: "Don't worry, Sheriff Chandler is a good policeman, he will not let people die in vain Yes, this matter still needs a hearing, you can rest assured."
Mrs. Johnson's expression changed slightly, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you for your reminder, you are really an honest person."
Evan knew that Mrs. Johnson's words were not sincere, but he just nodded with a smile. In fact, he also had doubts about this matter, but following Mrs. Johnson's thoughts, he didn't want to.
Mrs. Johnson is also a smart person. Seeing that Evan is not in a high mood and her purpose cannot be achieved, she immediately bid farewell.
"You are still injured now, so I won't disturb you. Please rest well. I'll take my leave first."
Mrs. Johnson said it very politely, and Evan naturally wouldn't be too rude. He smiled gently and said, "Thank you for your visit, and I am very sorry for what happened to you."
Mrs. Johnson stood up, nodded slightly, turned and left the room.
Mrs Johnson left the room on the front foot, and Duke Wilson came in on the hind foot.
"What did she say?" Duke Wilson walked to Evan's side, and helped Evan to lie on the bed. This position was also the most comfortable for Evan.
Evan enjoyed the Duke's service, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. Duke Wilson, if he wanted to be nice to someone, was more careful than anyone else.
"Mrs. Johnson believes that Mr. Johnson did not commit suicide." Evan lay on the bed, the duck down blanket, very comfortable.
Duke Wilson's expression became serious. He sat beside Evan, looked down at the soothing Evan, and asked in a low voice, "What did she say?"
When Evan heard the question, he raised his head to look at Duke Wilson, and said, "She said, Mr. Johnson is the most selfish and shameless person she has ever seen in this world, and he will never commit suicide. of."
Sure enough, Duke Wilson had a bit of surprise in his eyes: "Is she crazy?"
Evan lowered his head, buried his face in the quilt, and said in a low voice: "She doesn't look crazy, in fact, in my opinion, what she said makes sense, if Mr. Johnson wants to commit suicide , how could he come to deceive you in the first place?"
Duke Wilson looked at the back of Evan's head, the soft blond hair made his heart a little itchy, so that his concentration was a little bit distracted, and he didn't hear Evan's question clearly.
Evan hadn't heard the answer for a long time, and he was a little puzzled. He turned his head to look at Evan, and then he fell into a deep scorpion, which was filled with deep obsession and paranoia. Suddenly, Evan was a little stunned. Living.