He rushed forward and caught Rea in his arms, his face tense with lingering fear.
"What happened?!"
Before Ian could even gather herself to speak, she saw Rea trembling in Ian’s embrace with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Don't blame Clara. It's my fault for upsetting her. Thankfully, I'm okay. She's still young, don’t be too harsh on her ..."
Her voice trembled as if she had been truly frightened, tears falling pitifully down her delicate face.
The surrounding guests looked at Clara with subtle glances. Especially Ian. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were filled with anger.
"I would never try to harm her! Even if I wanted to, how could I possibly make a chandelier fall …." Clara tried to explain, but then she caught sight of the slight smirk playing on Rea's lips. She understood instantly. This was a trap.
"Clara! There are witnesses and evidence. What more do you have to say for yourself?" Ian shouted at her.
"I used to think you were just childish and spoiled. However, now, you’re willing to drop a chandelier on someone? This is beyond immature … it's despicable!"
The words sliced into her like a knife.