Chapter 521
Millie's tone carried gravity as she beckoned, “Enter.”
Gentleness has no place for those with nefarious intentions.
Beside Mae, Bria nudged her forward with a hushed assurance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Do not yield to fear. Proceed.”
Summoning her courage, Mae crossed the threshold.
“Mrs. Thomas, how may | be of service?”
“You shattered the porcelain, did you not? Fear of accountability led you to deliberately lureto the study. The audacity! Millie’s certitude resounded, each word a targeted arrow piercing Mae’s heart.
Mae’s legs quivered, a tremor bom of fear.
“No, Mrs. Thomas. | am unaware of the circumstances. | beseech you, withhold blame.”
Millie found herself struck dumb. Mae projected fear, yet defiance simmered beneath her timid facade.
“Mrs. Thomas, you yourself fractured the porcelain, then sought a scapegoat. You must have noted Mae’s recent arrival and her customary timidity; hence, you seized the opportunity to assert dominance.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn tandem, Bria stepped forth, a defender of Mae’s honor.
Bria?
Bria advocated for Mae, taking a resolute stance.
“Mr. Thomas, Mae and | shared company recently. She is not accountable for the porcelain’s demise. | attest on her behalf. Mrs. Thomas unjustly tarnishes her name.”
Millie’s gaze oscillated between the two, comprehension dawning like a vibrant sunrise.
The realization unfurled: it was Bria who orchestrated this elaborate ruse. A deliberate scheme, a sly attempt at framing her. Mae, the newcomer wouldn't have the audacity for that.
Marcus’ countenance darkened, and his gaze fell upon the trio. “Mr. Thomas, my years serving here bring forth honesty. Mae bears no responsibility for the broken porcelain.” Bria examined Marcus closely before adding, “Mr. Thomas, | possess a revelation.”
Marcus’ voice grew stern. “Speak.”