Chapter 115 The Violin Was Broken

Cynthia screamed and pointed at Molly in the middle of the room with trembling fingers. Her face turned pale with anger.

“You broke my violin!”

The violin room had been searched, and it looked messy. The open score was thrown on the ground at random. The expensive violin that Alston specially asked Master Milo to customize was on the floor, and one of the strings was broken.

Cynthia was rageful, and her stomach started to ache a little.

Molly stood helplessly, looking at them, with her face as white as a ghost. Her whole body was shaking in fear and trembling when Alston and Lorenz stared at her coldly.

“Who let you in!”

Alston asked her in a low voice with an impassive face. To Molly, he was like an evil ghost. She couldn’t help trembling just by looking at him.

“I, I just want to clean up.”

In fact, the people in charge were not at home. Molly claimed to be superior to those servants. She had nothing to do, so she wanted to go to the bedroom of Cynthia and Alston on the second floor.

She had been asked to only move around on the first floor. She was so curious about the second floor that

she went up while everyone was not paying attention.

The door of Alston and Cynthia’s bedroom had been locked, and she couldn’t get in. Feeling regretful, she

saw a small gap in the door of a small room beside her.

She couldn’t hold back her curiosity and opened the door. It was a violin room with simple decoration. She had heard from the servants that Cynthia could play the violin. Looking at her private violin room, she was

jealous and walked in.

Molly had learned the violin for a while and was surprised to find that the hard-to-find scores were kept like treasures. Her jealousy towards Cynthia reached its peak. She threw them on the floor to blow off her

bitterness.

She felt relieved after the revenge. Her desire to unleash her rage grew when she thought of Cynthia and her

two friends’ cynicism toward her.

She took out the violin carefully preserved by Cynthia and plucked the strings vigorously. She wanted to vent

a little but didn’t control her force well. The strings broke, hitting her face.

hurt, subconsciously threw away the violin, and covered her

was the loud sound Cynthia

was frightened to death. She

away. She would pretend to be innocent

and the violin room was soundproof,

was caught right

at choked voice. “I, I came to clean.

I told them and you that no one can come except to clean in the morning. And

thought of an excuse. “I saw Joyce coming down. the stairs in

room was messed up.”

responsible for cleaning the violin

dark, and she could tell at a glance that Molly

Joyce was very gentle, a

was in charge of was always clean. She was an organized person. That was why

thing had never happened before. Why has

came?

violin room and broke the strings? When you cleaned up, you

and looked pitifully at Alston and Lorenz. She knew

she put lots

true. Please believe me.” She said and lowered her head, showing her soft and fair neck, with a submissive and pitiful posture. “I know maybe Mrs. Smith doesn’t like me, but I didn’t do that. Although my family is not as

her lips,

Molly took a look

eyes with a somewhat sympathetic expression. “She likes the violin, but her family is poor. Maybe she just wanted to try it while you weren’t around. And she accidentally broke it because she

play it.”

she

offense. Her family is relatively poor, so I’m afraid she couldn’t afford

“You’ve got a smart mouth to get

Who told you Joyce likes

moment, with her eyes flickering, and she said vaguely.

you really think that I

but the piano the most. The reason why she works as a servant here is to

buy herself

legs began to go

one, you must at

was sweating, but she couldn’t admit it. Or she couldn’t work here, and Alston and the

her a severe

to say, “It’s just my guess. Maybe she was to revenge or

the second floor with my own

Because there was no monitor in the Smith family except for the

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