Jasmine Clark was still crying, but Juliet Jordan didn't comfort her. Instead, she put down the teacup in her hand heavily and snorted coldly, "You still have the nerve to cry."
"Mom?" Jasmine's teary eyes widened.
Had she seen a ghost today? Why was everyone treating her like this?
It was bad enough that Brother William and Dad were angry at her, but why was her usually doting mom treating her this way? What had she done wrong?
Juliet's gentle eyebrows were chilly, and she asked accusingly, "What did you do at The Singing Vault that day?"
The Singing Vault again... Jasmine's eyes flickered, and she stopped crying. Then she said grievously, "Mom, even you don't trust me? I didn't do anything. Enna framed me! She's jealous that I'm together with Brother William, so she slandered me in front of Dad and Brother William..."
"Enough!" Juliet interrupted her impatiently, "I know whether you did it or not. You can confess, or I'll investigate."
