"I only give you ten minutes." Harrison Yale walked to his office desk, his thin lips slightly parted.
Upon hearing this, Amelia Lawrence immediately blushed and walked forward, her hands nervously clutching her skirt hem.
"Young Master Yale, the butler has already told me everything. Do you already know that the photos that appeared in my email were sent by the butler?"
"..."
"Young Master Yale, please believe me. I only just found out about this and came to you as soon as I could. I just want to explain the whole situation clearly."
Amelia said persistently, her eyes filled with tears of grievance, her fragile face displaying caution.
Seeing Harrison Yale remaining silent, she couldn't grasp his thoughts.
"..." Harrison Yale leaned back in the chair, slightly raising his head to scrutinize Amelia before him.
The mention of the butler was finally brought up. He had thought the Lawrence Family intended to play dumb and deny everything.
