"It wasn't me. I know how valuable that screen is; why would I ever do such a thing?" Nova's eyes darted between Marian and the servants. "Tell him, was it me who broke it? Marian, you're in charge here. What do you say?"
Marian didn't dare lift her head, let alone speak. She hunched her shoulders and stepped back.
Nova's voice grew more hysterical and upset. "Marian, was it Eliza who said she didn't want to see the wedding stuff and broke it in a fit of rage? I even tried to talk her out of it, you know. I told her, this is a testament to your marriage, a symbol of your love. You can't just break something so important over a couple of arguments. You all saw it, right?"
The servants were silent as the grave.
Casper's cold gaze fixed on Marian. "So, who broke it, Nova or Eliza? You only said it was broken over the phone, but who did it?"
"It was, it was..." Marian stammered, trembling.
"Who is it?" Casper's voice was like a death knell.
Marian, with trembling eyes, looked at Nova, who sent a malicious glare.
Marian closed her eyes, then reluctantly pointed at Eliza. "It was, it was her."
Eliza's eyes widened in shock. She understood why Marian and the servants, all afraid of Nova's retaliation, wouldn't speak the truth. But why did they blame her?
"What do you have to say?" Casper strode up to Eliza, gripping her wrist. "Did you have to break it just because it was a wedding gift from my mother? Do you know what it represents?"
Eliza shook her head. She didn't know what it represented. All she knew was that she hadn't done it.
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