"Elara—" Andrew opened his mouth to interrogate Elara if she knew anything about what happened to Carla. Still, remembering the last time he had accused her without evidence, he stopped himself.
Elara, as if already knowing what he wanted to say to her, smiled.
"What? Do you want to accuse me of something just like your father accused me of stealing?" Elara asked, her sharp gaze landing on Heather, who shook his head begrudgingly before Thomas.
"It was a misunderstanding, of course. I didn't know—" Heather started to justify his behavior, but Elara scoffed, her defiant attitude catching him off-guard.
"You didn't know where your precarious fake gift went, and you were quick to judge me because, according to you, I belong to slums and never had the chance to enjoy any luxury. Thanks to your humble hospitality, I never enjoyed it at your home either," Elara said before she looked at Thomas.
