Cyrus was too guilty to look Jonathan in the eyes. As he reflected on the situation, he realized his first concern had not been Ezra's injury. It was only after he returned to the Finch Manor that he thought of Ezra. Now faced with Jonathan's questioning, he felt even less confident, but Jonathan demanded an answer.

"The third floor of the exhibition hall holds all your important belongings with locks to every passage. How did Ezra get up there?"

As Jonathan spoke, he glanced at Lizzie, already suspicious.

"Jon... Jon, it was my fault. I overlooked it," Lizzie suddenly spoke with a look of self-blame in her eyes.

Jonathan was surprised that Lizzie admitted it was her doing.

"I went to the third floor that day to check Cyrus' painting. After I finished, I left and didn't realize the door wasn't properly closed."

Every word was filled with regret, but they were equally piercing to Jonathan. He let out a mocking laugh.

Claire, who had been silent, quickly chimed in, "Mr. Jonathan, it's not Mrs. Finch's fault.

"Whenever she goes to the third floor, she unlocks the door, and I'm responsible for closing it. Last night I..."

Claire bit her lip as she followed Lizzie's instructions to take the blame. But when she looked up and met Jonathan's gaze, she was startled by the sharpness that seemed to see through her. Almost instinctively, she lowered her head in panic.

"Ha!" Jonathan scoffed. The coldness in his voice indicated he saw through Claire's lie.

Claire nearly faltered, but Lizzie intervened timely. "Jon, don't blame her. She made a mistake, but she's been with me for years. I know her enough to know that she didn't do it on purpose. "With so many things going on at the art exhibition, it's normal that she forgot to close the door.

"Who could have imagined that Ezra would come to the art exhibition? Or that he would mistakenly end up on the third floor and in that room?"

they turned it all into a

you're still as

gaze. Lizzie was clearly taken aback

she knew how she made her way from being an art tutor

one knew the things she did, but the sarcasm in Jonathan's eyes felt like a slap on her

contact. She leaned closer to Cyrus, looking pitiful and wronged just like she used to. As expected,

nothing to do with Lizz!" Cyrus put his arms around Lizzie's shoulder, protecting

the study. Each clap was filled

but Jonathan cut him

"Mr. Finch!"

overlapped with that night years ago. As Jonathan recalled it,

Nancy... A trace of emotion flickered in Cyrus'

said she was mentally ill and took her life, but there were so

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had another love, but you wouldn't free her. You kept

someone she loved, so how

him alone with the

sorrow in his heart. His hatred intensified when he looked

Ezra, who was behind the helper giving him the blade? You didn't care. Cyrus, who is it that you actually care

glanced at Lizzie, who Cyrus was protecting.

sent a hint of guilt in Lizzie's eyes. She

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