Instantly, everyone’s attention—including the Mercers'—was fixed on the wall.
In the video, Mira was walking upstairs. She looked up and saw Mara coming down. The two were face to face.
When they were still about a yard apart, Mara suddenly clutched her head and rolled down the stairs.
Mira had deliberately slowed the footage down. The image was perfectly clear; even the expressions on their faces were visible.
The guests here were all wealthy, influential, and sharp-witted. Seeing this, what was there not to understand?
Mira was facing upstairs, looking at Mara. How could she have pushed her down?
Especially when there was still a clear gap between them.
“How could Adrian have gotten this so wrong?”
“So it was a ploy by the newly returned daughter to frame her?”
“If you ask me, Mara was in a much better position to do the pushing.”
“Good heavens, what if the new one tried to push Mira, lost her footing, and ended up falling herself.”
“Exactly, that must be it. She tried to hurt someone else and ended up framing herself instead.”
“That’s what you call karma. Serves her right.”
“And to think someone was just spreading lies a minute ago. I can’t believe we fell for it.”
“I never believed it for a second.
We watched Mira grow up. I can believe she’s a bit willful, but that girl has a kind heart.
I’d never believe she was capable of hurting someone like that.”
“She used to be such a lively, adorable girl. Look what they’ve done to her. It’s just cruel!”
“It’s clearly the new one who’s got a twisted mind. Did you see how fake she was acting when she was giving her speech?”
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