Gemma’s fragile body took some time to recover, and the unpleasant effects of being thawed gradually subsided.
During her recovery, Murphy patiently explained everything that had happened after she was frozen.
“So, it was all fake?” Gemma’s wide, glistening eyes fixed on him. “Evangeline wasn’t even your girlfriend? You hired her to trick
me?”
Faced with her large, watery eyes, Murphy inexplicably felt a pang of guilt.
“Gemma,” he said, putting on a stern expression to feign seriousness. “That was 50 years ago. Surely, you’re not petty enough to hold me accountable for something from half a century ago?”
“Fifty years ago? It was clearly just yesterday!” Gemma huffed, puffing her cheeks in frustration.
In response, Murphy pulled out a calendar and pointed to the year. It was 2074. “How could it have been yesterday? Today is
- Evangeline might already be long gone, so let’s forgive her, shall we?”
Gemma blinked in confusion.
What did Evangeline have to do with this?
He was the one who orchestrated the whole charade!
Sure, Evangeline had been annoying, stirring up trouble and insulting her parents, but the true culprit was undoubtedly Murphy!
Pouting, Gemma shot a glare at him. “Uncle Murphy, you’re a big… meanie!”
