Framed 3

Phony gave her mother a knowing look and continued. "Grandpa, you have always taught us to maintain the good image and reputation of this family and that every member of the Cypher's family must be fair. I love elder sister that's why I'm doing this." After clearing his throat to suppress the ominous feeling, he sighed and spoke up..."tell me what happened young lady". The old man knew the little lady was trying to trap him using his own words. But who was he, he is a retired general and considering his special background, he has seen his fair share of schemes and internal family conflicts throughout the years. Before Phony could continue he added with a cold voice and sharp look that almost made Phony cry out loud for her mommy "You had better be telling the truth...and every single word you will say now must be in accordance with what the maid will say" Jemima(madam Cypher) immediately frowned, this old man was a fox she had to deal with him sooner or later.

Phony raised her once petite face, she smiled confidently and started narrating the fake story she had learnt by heart, the room got tense...and the old man mood plummeted at each passing second. Frowning, he couldn't help but ask "do you have proof?" How he wished they don't have one..."I do grandpa". His heart clenched, 'they came prepared'. As he was thinking of how to Salvage the situation Kahlan shouted "what will you gain from all these! Phony, tell them quickly! Tell them it's not true" Phony snickered in her heart 'let us see how long, grandpa can protect you'. "Elder sister, come clean with the truth. This is for your own good" She stretch her hand to grab Kahlan palm, but Kahlan immediately dodged her touch. "You are lying! You are lying! You are lying". She was devastated, even though she knew her family didn't like her, she thought they wouldn't be this cruel right? But the reality slapped her in the face. A knock was immediately heard "that must be the maid father" Jemima walked up to the door herself to open it. As the door was open a young lady in her mid twenties walked in courteously and ceremoniously bowed and greeted the old master, not daring to look at his face. She had heard a lot about him, he wasn't someone to be triffled with.