Garaine's eyes quickly read the room as she stepped forward. Standing in the room since the incident, she realized one thing- the weaker she is, the greater the chance of her being preyed on by merciless lords of the underworld. Being the madame of the Turner household, she couldn't just stand there and watch the dignity of the Turners falling apart. Taking in a deep breath, she smiled, looking as welcoming as ever.

"Esteemed guests, you think that I pushed her 'on purpose' and it's my fault that she fell, isn't it?" Mrs. Turner said with an unwavering voice, maintaining eye contact with almost all of the guests. Her gaze appeared sharp and confident enough to leave the high-profile guests to think twice before speaking. Upon receiving no response, she again spoke. "I am waiting for your response."

"It seemed so," a woman in a glam gown spoke.

"Alright!" Garaine snickered. "Since you all are implying that it's my fault, I am accepting my fault."

The moment her words were completed,