Claude's voice was deep with a subtle urging, as though he was waiting for her to take his outstretched hand. However, Lia knew she couldn't.
"It's just a simple misunderstanding. I can take care of it on my own."
"Do you really think you can?"
"I—"
"Lady Bale isn't claiming that you stole the diamonds. She believes that you instigated the anarchists to commit this crime. Do you not know what it means for a noble to be entangled with the anarchists?"
Treason. Lia could not raise the word past her lips, as simple as it was. They were trying to make her out to be a traitor. Lady Bale's accusing her of being the culprit, the bouquet of jasmine—it was clear who was behind this incident.
Lia clenched her hands into fists, looking into Claude's eyes. "What if I am entangled with them?"