Summer Ford stared in shock at her, her heart sinking, as a bad premonition instantly surged up.
Perhaps the maid's voice was too loud, as Ian Laurent returned to the hall shortly.
As soon as he entered, he first noticed the vase scattered across the floor, and his expression turned icy cold on the spot.
"What happened?" His face was deathly pale, his voice cold to the bone, his eyes full of pain, as if he had lost something irreplaceable.
"It was Miss Ford! I saw the vase shattered before I came in, and she was the only one in the room!" the maid explained, trembling.
"I didn't do it!" Summer Ford looked at her in shock, her face turning several shades whiter.
"But, but you were the only one here just now..." the maid retorted, somewhat timidly.
Summer Ford was stunned, her gaze turning in disbelief towards Ian Laurent.
"Great-grandfather, I really didn't do it!"
Ian Laurent seemed not to hear her words, only murmuring, "Do you know what this vase represents?"
