"Don't panic, at first I thought so too, which is why I had someone secretly protecting you, except when you were with me," Kevin Cliff let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it wasn't like what Grant Greenwood and the others had said.
Abigail Summer suddenly seemed to remember something and once again approached to examine the painting closely.
Kevin Cliff noticed her unusual behavior and frowned, "Abigail, what have you thought of?"
"Nothing, I haven't thought of anything." A flash of panic crossed the depths of Abigail Summer's eyes.
"Alright, as long as it wasn't drawn by you, I'm leaving." With that, Kevin Cliff turned and walked away.
"Brother Kevin!" Abigail Summer called out to him, "Why do you think I drew it? Do you really think I would plot against Charlotte? Use my own child as a joke?"
"No, I just wanted to be clear," Kevin Cliff said.
"Brother Kevin, over these years, has your trust in me ever wavered?"
Kevin Cliff turned back around, "Why do you ask?"
