Arya's POV
"Fine, I... I'm sorry okay?" I apologized calmly, hoping he'd let go now but I was wrong.
"You're sorry? For what if I may ask?" He inquired and I blinked back the invisible tear that welled up in my eyes.
"For causing you so much trouble..."
"So I wasn't wrong? You did tried to kill Fiona" he accused and I shook my head, realizing how messy and complicated the case got within barely five minutes.
"I didn't put that incense in her room, I don't get along so well with her for me to even go five meters away from her room" I tried to explain myself but he wasn't buying any of it. He used every single word against me, painting me the criminal as long as he believed me to be one.
I wasn't sure how long we argued but I saw Jasmine walk into the office with a serious look on her
