"But regardless, you did go looking for Merlin with a voice recorder, right?" Victoria interjected.
"Yes, I did go to her with a voice recorder. But the conversation last night wasn't like that. Mom, I'm not foolish enough to insult Merlin, hit her, and then play it out in public. I wouldn't tell everyone about it." At this point, she started crying, tears falling incessantly.
Standing to the side, Mrs. Clegg had a muddled feeling inside her, a wave of faintness washing over her.
The recording revealed just how vicious and cunning the young girl was.
Further, the voice in the recording was indeed hers without a doubt.
But her words also made sense. If the contents of the voice recorder were as such, how foolish would it be for her to let everyone listen?
