“Clare, that’s enough!”
Hazel’s voice was sharp as she stood up from her seat, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. Her eyes were cold as ice as she stared at Clare, who was standing arrogantly in the center of the hall.
“Huh, scared already?” Clare sneered, lifting her chin proudly. “If you didn’t do it, why are you so anxious?”
The atmosphere in the main hall instantly turned tense.
Old Master Wesley’s smile slowly faded. He looked from Hazel to Clare, his brows knitting together.
“Clare,” he said in a deep voice, “this is not a place for you to act recklessly. Explain yourself clearly.”
Clare straightened immediately, her expression turning aggrieved as she walked toward Old Master Wesley.
“Grandpa, I’m doing this for the Wesley family,” she said righteously. “This woman
