Anya and Betty were both taken aback by his anger.
Anya lowered her eyes, pretending to cry, but her gaze kept darting towards the picture on the nightstand.
Remembering her mother's words, she couldn't help but lift her tear-filled eyes to Jadon, trying to explain, "Jadon, believe me, that's really not me! Someone must have set me up! I wouldn't do something like drug myself to frame someone I barely know!"
Her voice was shaky, but she was desperate to defend herself.
Yet, despite her protests, Jadon's expression remained icy.
She could see that his disappointment was only growing.
"Jadon…"
Anya felt anger towards Felicia rising in her chest.
"If it hadn't been for her, Jadon would never treat me like this," she thought.
"Bring him in," Jadon commanded.
A heavy silence filled th
