Song Weisha noticed the magnet the instant it appeared in Song Yue's hand.
Her blood drained from her face.
She forced herself to remain calm, rising slowly from her seat as if nothing were wrong. Without drawing attention, she slipped out of the living room and headed straight for the maids' quarters, her steps quickening with every breath.
Too late.
Song Yue walked forward and placed the magnet firmly on the table in front of Li Meiran. "You said I wouldn't find anything," she said evenly. "This is your evidence."
Li Meiran's gaze dropped.
A thin steel needle clung tightly to the magnet, unmistakable.
His brows knitted together. "You're saying someone stabbed you with this?"
"Yes," Song Yue replied calmly. "Qiu Hui was standing right behind me at the time."
Su Xiao's lips trembled as she hurriedly spoke up.
"Don't frame an innocent person! You find a needle, and suddenly it belongs to Qiu Hui? Who knows if that needle isn't yours?"
