Morganna's smile on her face only spread further on seeing the boy's face covered with blood and bruises right now.
"Did you think you would get away this easily for stealing my jewels?" questioned Morganna.
Calhoun, who sat on the ground with one leg stretched while his other leg pulled up, he stared at the woman who had a triumphant look on her face. "You know well that I had nothing to do with it. Nor Theodore. Have you run out of ideas that you have decided to fall so low by stealing your own things and hiding them to frame me?"
Morganna didn't seem affected by Calhoun's words, and she only smiled, "I don't have any idea of what you are speaking right now. Perhaps you have lost your mind that you are pointing your finger at me. Don't forget that you are the one who has been confined and not me. Let me give you some advice. When a person is in your position, you need to grovel on the ground and beg for forgiveness."
