Estelle lifted Doran's clothes and raised his arm.
There were several pinholes on Doran's tender skin.
The hall suddenly fell into silence.
Then, the guests began to whisper.
"Well, well. I didn't expect the child's legitimate mother to be so malicious towards him."
"Well, I'm not that surprised. After all, he's not her biological son. She pricked the child with needles and dropped him on the ground, obviously wanting the child dead."
I knew that I was set up.
That needle was probably somewhere on me. It just pricked me.
There were so many people in the hall, and I couldn't prove my innocence by taking off my clothes.
Besides, who would believe that a three-year-old child would be part of this scheme?
I straightened my skirt and looked at Estelle, saying calmly, "I've been sick recently, and I'm still weak. I just couldn't hold the child steadily. Why did you frame me by saying I deliberately dropped him?
"Besides, he is my son. He was just bitten by mosquitoes. You're just a maid. Who do you think you are to make a fuss and accuse me at the banquet? Guards, get her out!"
Estelle quickly knelt down and kowtowed, apologizing, "I...I'm sorry. Please spare me, Mrs. Alwyn!"