Aurora went out of her room to see the house in a miserable state. She walked like a corpse through the hallways, only to hear her father's raised voice on her mother. She walked to the room and stood there.
"It is better that you confess yourself!" Bernat shouted, anger rising within him.
"I did nothing wrong, Bernat. Why don't you believe me? I am innocent!" Susie retorted.
The atmosphere in the grand living room was thick with tension, a storm brewing beneath the polished surface of their once-harmonious life. Bernat paced restlessly, the echoes of his footsteps reverberating off the walls, while Susie sat rigidly on a plush chaise, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
"Do you truly believe you can hide from this, Susie?" Bernat's voice was low, simmering with barely contained anger. "I know about the bracelet which the Count was keeping him!" he added, his heart pricked by an immense pain.
How could she do that with his friend?