"Bang——" The tea cup filled with hot water brushed past her face and smashed straight onto the wall behind her.
The splattered hot tea flew all towards Amelia.
"Ah!" Amelia screamed in pain.
"Amelia!" Mrs. Lawrence snapped back from her shock and rushed forward.
"Young Master Yale, what did Amelia do wrong to make you so angry? Have you forgotten that you really liked her before..." Mrs. Lawrence hadn't expected that Harrison Yale, who never stood up for Emma, would act so ruthlessly.
If the cup had been a little off, even if Amelia didn't die, the hot water would have disfigured her.
How deep was this hatred?!
"What did she do wrong? Shouldn't the Lawrence Family know in their hearts?" Harrison Yale casually took out a tissue and wiped his hands, his indifferent tone as if it wasn't him who threw the cup just now.
Just everyone's illusion.
Emma also froze, looking at him, guessing something, yet felt it wasn't right.
