Many people's eyes widened.
Isn't this a live broadcast?
Tristan Lowell's face turned as black as coal.
He stared at Cora Lowell fiercely, wishing he could devour her alive.
Lana Lowell saw this and hurriedly grabbed hold of his sleeve.
She pointed at Cora Lowell.
"Dad! She was the one insisting on barging in! If it weren't for her, how could things have gotten this out of hand?!"
Tristan Lowell believed her.
His fists clenched suddenly.
Yet Cora Lowell remained unperturbed.
She slowly turned around, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the room staring at the spectacle.
"I couldn't find Dad and Miss Lynch anywhere, and I was worried sick. When I heard noise in the lounge, I feared someone might be up to no good, so I rushed in… I really didn't do it on purpose."
The words sounded flawless.
Adding to it, her head was slightly lowered now, her long lashes drooping, and her eyes slightly reddened.
Who wouldn't be moved by such a sight?
Someone couldn't help but whisper.
