"Athena, do you have more evidence to present?" Elder Timothy asked, his gaze steadfast as Ewan returned to his seat, appearing calm yet visibly shaken.
Athena nodded, her eyes flickering to Ewan. She felt a surge of relief seeing his color had returned; he was no longer as pale as before. Good, she mused inwardly. He was ready for the next round of revelations.
With a confident smile brushing her lips, Athena turned back to her list of contents and clicked on the fifth entry, titled "The Waiter."
Instantly, a newspaper article illuminating the tragic death of a waiter filled the screen, accompanied by a grim headshot of the deceased. Gasps rippled through the assembly, and a tense silence fell.
Fiona, who had positioned herself as stoic and unflappable, suddenly appeared rigid with shock, her facade cracking. Surely it couldn't be…
