Seeing my expression change, Clara immediately hurried to clarify:
“Young Master, I’m just being honest… Aria couldn’t have done something like that.”
Her eyes were red again, and she wiped at the corners with force.
“Aria knew that both Master and Madam were home. Even if she’s naive, she wouldn’t push someone in front of you two, right? And… Miss Evangeline isn’t hurt at all. Look at Aria—she’s covered in bruises from being hit. Just seeing her like that breaks my heart.”
My Adam’s apple moved, and my chest felt like it was stuffed with fire—stifling, burning.
But…
Evangeline had always been obedient, angelic even.
Kind, sensible, never causing trouble.
It’s hard for me to imagine her lying like this.
Aria, on the other hand…
She wasn’t without a past.
What happened three year
