"Oh dear... I'm really sorry, I just, somehow, had a slip of my hand!" Autumn Duval exaggeratedly covered her lips, speaking in shock.
Seeing this, Summer Shawcross merely smiled, and said generously.
"It's okay."
Noticing the lack of anger on her face, Autumn was slightly surprised. She then disdainfully glanced at the seemingly unremarkable cup on the ground and said with some contempt.
"Miss Shawcross, it's just a cheap cup, no need to be upset, I'll compensate you."
Listening to her words, Summer's smile widened, and she kindly explained to her.
"The cup is cheap, indeed... but... I forgot to tell you, this was Mrs. Drexler's favorite cup when she was alive."
Sure enough... after hearing this, Autumn Duval's expression dramatically changed!
She widened her eyes, looking incredulously at the cup on the ground, then back at Summer, her expression suddenly turning into anger.
