When Love Turns to Ashes

Chapter 80 It Was Me Who Started The Fire

Selina was dragged out by the servant.

"Let go

of me, let of me..."

go

Selina was brought in front of everyone, struggling.

Nyasia glanced coldly at Selina and said, "Why were you hiding there? Did you start the fire?" Selina sat on the ground, trembling with fear, and shook her head vigorously. She said with a sense of injustice, "Nyasia, it wasn't me, I swear! I was just going to the restroom with Beatrice, but when I didn't see her at the entrance, I wandered around and got lost. It was a servant who brought me here."

After speaking, she pointed to the servant at the very end.

The servant nodded at Nyasia, confirming that what Selina said was true.

Nyasia, upon hearing the words, narrowed her eyes and glanced at Beatrice and Madelynn.

"So, the most likely ones would be the two of you, but this lighter belongs to Ms. Bradford, so..."

Madelynn, with teary eyes, choked up and said, "I also have witnesses. I ran into the maid who was watering the plants at the place I just went to. I even had a brief conversation with her. If you don't believe me, you can bring someone over to ask her." Nyasia gave the butler a signal with her eyes.

The butler quickly brought the servant who waters the flowers.

The servant nodded repeatedly, "Nyasia, Ms. Bradford did indeed ask me about some flowers just now. She couldn't have been talking to me and here at the same time."

ing to

After some elimination, only Beatrice was left.

setting fire?

Nyasia stared at Beatrice with a furrowed brow, "Ms. Lindsey, do you happen to have any witnesses too?"

Beatrice shook her head, but before she could speak, Selina looked at her in astonishment.

"Beatrice, did you... just discuss the importance of these flowers to Nyasia with me earlier, in order to do these things?"

"Although Ms. Bradford was Mr. Caden's fiancée, she did indeed have an easier time gaining Nyasia's favor, but you should have believed in your own abilities."

Selina's words undoubtedly implicated Beatrice.

Madelynn stared with wide eyes, allowing tears the size of beans to roll down her cheeks, looking heart-wrenching.

She leaned on Caden, sorrowfully questioning, "Beatrice, how could you do this to me? You used the things I had prepared to give to Mr. Caden. Not only did you hurt me, but you also hurt Mr. Caden. Sob, sob, sob..."

There were many servants around, and because Madelynn cried so sincerely, they all looked at Beatrice reproachfully.

Nyasia's face tightened as she approached Beatrice, "Is it really you?"

Nyasia's

slightly, "It was me."

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words fell, Selina

this, is this

wasn't even a

by Beatrice's response and asked, "Why? Just to frame Madelynn?" Well, she

sincerely said,

Beatrice was acting strange, so she quickly

tears.

you're wrong, you're wrong. Instead of making up excuses, it's better to apologize early. I believe Nyasia and Mr. Caden are both generous people and won't give you a hard time."

nodded, thinking that it

with

a

sense

was best not

of

righteousness.

escalate the situation.

I can't even say a few words? Do I have to kneel down and apologize for Mr. Caden to make your fiancée

Caden's eyes darkened.

a deep breath in

dared to speak to Caden

eyebrow."Beatrice, you said it was for me? Then

camellias, did you? That's why Ms. Moreno couldn't reach

the smile fading from her voice as she

your little finger, avoiding all fingers associated with

"Ten

a car accident. In fact, there was another person at the scene of the accident, his lover, a woman who loved camellias. She died with a camellia tightly held in her hand, a gift from Zachariah. Even this Camellia Manor was a gift from Zachariah,

the burnt garden and suddenly turned her head to look at Nyasia,

Then he

softly spoke, "Nyasia,

these

flowers bloomed

exceptionally

well.".

"Of course it's good, after all, it's specially maintained. But what does it

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is a pity. You don't like camellias, yet you are trapped in Camellia Manor, just because of a man. It's not worth it." Beatrice clenched her fist

a bit sour.

seemed like I smelled

end, everything was not

have such insight. Well done, well done... it should have been burned long ago. It's a pity for

hand at the butler and said with a relieved tone, "Get rid of it

The butler nodded, "Yes."