Xaviera Evans was the first to break the silence, sneering.
"Miss Swift, we're talking about this rose painting, not some rose garden. What are you so nervous about?"
"Your guilt is showing! Wasn't this rose garden painted by you?"
Tracy Swift's face was twisted, her eyes filled with fear, her forehead covered in fine sweat, staring fixedly at the rose painting, as if her blood had turned to ice.
"Evans, d-don't talk nonsense, I, I have nothing to be guilty about..." Tracy's stammering voice only made the others more suspicious.
Mrs. Swift remained calm, her gaze chilling, "Miss Evans, you must provide evidence when speaking! Our Swift family is a scholarly family, and Tracy has received the best education since childhood. She is a top noble lady in the Imperial City, how could she possibly steal someone else's painting?"
Instead of arguing, Xaviera found a comfortable chair to sit down on, leaning lazily against the backrest, and squinting her eyes.
