Luna Williams stood on the hastily erected platform, her eyes red and swollen as tears streamed down unchecked.
That tearful, pitiful appearance could evoke sympathy from anyone.
Hope Williams sat in the car, choosing not to step out immediately.
Luna was surrounded by a crowd of reporters, who seemed like paragons of justice, fervently chasing the truth, their microphones jostling to reach her.
"Second Miss Williams, is this matter true? Do you have any conclusive evidence to prove that Miss Williams is attempting to harm Old Lady Williams?"
Luna sniffled and answered, "I already said it—my evidence is that I witnessed it myself. And it's not just me, plenty of servants at home saw it too. At the time, the room had only her and my grandmother, and my grandmother was lying on the floor, bleeding profusely."
"Then may I ask, Second Miss Williams, what would Miss Williams' motive be? Do you know why she would commit such an act?"
