Hearing Laura's words, Freya, who was driving, turned her head and glared at her. With an ugly expression, she said, "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"Nonsense? How am I spouting nonsense?" Laura's face darkened and she continued, "Connor never touched the vase at all, and he's not an antique expert. How could he possibly know that the vase was fake?"
"Can't you tell that the vase is fake just because you haven't touched it? What if Connor knew a lot about antiques?" Freya also seemed to think that Laura's words made sense, so her voice became much softer towards the end.
Laura sneered. "Does he look like someone who knows antiques?"
"Mom! Aren't your words a little too much?" Freya widened her eyes and yelled at her with a displeased expression.
"I'm just stating the facts. How is that too much?"
