---- Madre, who was worried about Gilbert's marriage, immediately thought of having him marry me. Unfortunately, Gilbert refused to do so at any cost. It wasn't until I found out I was pregnant before starting college that Madre, eager for a grandchild, forcefully pressured Gilbert to marry me. I was so stupid back then. In order to marry the man I loved and give birth to what I thought was a child of love, I could easily give up even the Cambridge University I had always dreamed of. Now, the stolen photos only captured a blurry profile of me. The biggest suspicious point is just the torn dress. As long as I don't admit that Gilbert tore it, who can frame me up? Lytton looked at my calm expression and became somewhat uncertain: ---- "Did nothing really happen between you and my brother?" I shook my head calmly. "Do you wish something had happened between us?" Lytton immediately looked angry: "You're out of your mind! Why were you and my brother in the same hotel? Why are there so many red marks on my brother's body? Why is your dress torn?" Lytton has a little brainpower, but barely enough to get by. I glanced at Gilbert walking over and shrugged: "Tt's normal to get drunk and sleep in a hotel on my banquet last night, right?" "Getting into Cambridge and getting so happy that I had a drunken frenzy and cut up my dress is also normal, right?" "As for why brother also slept in that hotel, you have toask him!"