In the grey-toned, luxurious study room.
Nathaniel Daniel sat on the genuine leather office chair, expressionlessly staring at the boy standing in front of the desk.
A look of pure innocence on his face, filled with deception, yet the occasional sly glint in his eyes betrayed his true emotions.
He spoke coldly, "Why did you frame your cousin?"
Others might have thought that the child didn't do it on purpose, but he knew in his heart that this was no accident, but a deliberate trap.
"Dad, what are you talking about? I don't understand, how could I frame my cousin?"
"Everything that happened today was really an accident, why must you doubt and suspect me like this?"
"I... I really didn't do it on purpose, I'm not a bad child... Dad, can you not treat me like this, I'm so scared."
Linn Daniel's nose turned red, his watery eyes brimming with mist, pitifully choking on his words, tugging at one's heartstrings.
