The pain in her wrist was almost enough for Madam Hughes to pass out. Her throat was dry and she could not utter a single word. However, her strong will to survive made her scream desperately, "It was not me!"
"Then you'd better tell me who it was, perhaps I may spare you." Xaviera Evans's laughter was chilling, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. Everyone lowered their heads under Evans's intimidation, no one came forward to admit to the deeds.
Madam Hughes was shaking uncontrollably, sensing that Xaviera was indeed intending to kill her, "Evans! It truly wasn't me, you are a younger generation, how can you..."
Before she could finish, her throat suddenly tightened as Xaviera forcefully grabbed her neck, "Who destroyed my mom's heirloom? Speak up or not?"
