Gasps echoed across the room, even the servants watching from behind the door couldn't help but cover their mouths.
All eyes fell on Camile with questions, and some even held disappointment and accusations, while others were confused.
"What do you mean, Laurel?" Grandpa Wayne finally asked, slamming his walking stick on the tiled floor.
Although it was Grandpa Wayne who had asked the questions, all eyes turned to Laurel, even Alexander's eyes held mixed expressions.
The servants pressed their ears against the wall to listen to the latest gossip in the Wayne mansion.
Camile blinked her eyes, tears clung to her lashes. "Laurel… I don't know what I did to you for you to hate me this much… you are even going as far as to frame me with lies?" Her brows knitted in sadness.
Ronan hurried to her side, helping her up.
Laurel's gaze slowly studied the expression of the Wayne family, before settling on Camile's face.
