My Sleeping Beauty Husband By Lyanna Nichols Chapter 115
Chapter 115 The Violin Was Broken
Cynthia screamed and pointed at Molly in the middle of the room with trembling fingers. Her face
turned pale
with anger.
“You broke my violin!”
The violin room had been searched, and it looked messy. The open score was thrown on the ground at
random. The expensive violin that Alston specially asked Master Milo to customize was on the floor,
and one of the strings was broken.
Cynthia was rageful, and her stomach started to ache a little.
Molly stood helplessly, looking at them, with her face as white as a ghost. Her whole body was shaking
in fear and trembling when Alston and Lorenz stared at her coldly.
“Who let you in!”
Alston asked her in a low voice with an impassive face. To Molly, he was like an evil ghost. She couldn’t
help trembling just by looking at him.
“I, I just want to clean up.”
In fact, the people in charge were not at home. Molly imed to be superior to those servants. She had
nothing to do, so she wanted to go to the bedroom of Cynthia and Alston on the second floor.
She had been asked to only move around on the first floor. She was so curious about the second floor
that
she went up while everyone was not paying attention.
The door of Alston and Cynthia’s bedroom had been locked, and she couldn’t get in. Feeling regretful,
she
saw a small gap in the door of a small room beside her.
She couldn’t hold back her curiosity and opened the door. It was a violin room with simple decoration.
She had heard from the servants that Cynthia could y the violin. Looking at her private violin room,
she was
jealous and walked in.
Molly had learned the violin for a while and was surprised to find that the hard-to-find scores were kept
like treasures. Her jealousy towards Cynthia reached its peak. She threw them on the floor to blow off
her
bitterness.
She felt relieved after the revenge. Her desire to unleash her rage grew when she thought of Cynthia
and her
two friends’ cynicism toward her.
She took out the violin carefully preserved by Cynthia and plucked the strings vigorously. She wanted
to vent
a little but didn’t control her force well. The strings broke, hitting her face.
Molly got hurt, subconsciously threw away the violin, and covered her injured face.
That was the loud sound Cynthia heard.
Knowing that she had made a big mistake, Molly was frightened to death. She frantically tried to put the
violin away. She would pretend to be innocent if Cynthia asked.
She was busy putting them away, and the violin room was soundproof, which made her not notice they
were
Molly was terrified at that time, and her eye turned red all of a sudden, with tears falling. She said in at
choked voice. “I, I came to clean. As soon as I came in, I found it was messed up by someone. I just
wanted to put them away, but I identally dropped the violin.”
Cynthia sneered. “I remember I told them and you that no one cane except to clean in the
morning. And you are not the one to clean up my violin room. Why would you think of going upstairs to
clean?”
“I, I…” Molly turned her eyes in a panic, and she immediately thought of an excuse. “I saw Joyce
coming down. the stairs in a panic, and she looked too suspicious. So I went up to have a look, only to
find that the violin.
room was messed up.”
Joyce was the servant responsible for cleaning the violin room.
Cynthia’s face turned dark, and she could tell at a nce that Molly was lying.
She picked out Joyce by herself. Joyce was very gentle, a little introverted, and responsible for her
work. The
area she was in charge of was always clean. She was an organized person. That was why Cynthia
chose her.
She trusted Joyce very much, and such a thing had never happened before. Why has it happened
when Molly
came?
Cynthia sneered. “You mean Joyce messed up my violin room and broke the strings? When you
cleaned up, you identally dropped the violin on the floor, and everything else has nothing to do with
you?”
“Yes.” Molly quickly replied and looked pitifully at Alston and Lorenz. She knew that it didn’t work on
Alston,
and she put lots of effort into Lorenz.
“What I said is true. Please believe me.” She said and lowered her head, showing her soft and fair
neck, with a submissive and pitiful posture. “I know maybe Mrs. Smith doesn’t like me, but I didn’t do
that. Although my family is not as good as that of the Smith family and the Green family, I also have a
violin, and I heard from other servants that Joyce likes violin very much.”
She paused, pursed her lips, and hesitated.
Lorenz sneered when Molly took a look at him. “Go on.”
Molly lowered her eyes with a somewhat sympathetic expression. “She likes the violin, but her family is
poor. Maybe she just wanted to try it while you weren’t around. And she identally broke it because
she couldn’t
y it.”
She even pretended to plead for Joyce. “I don’t think she did it on purpose. If possible, I hope you can
mitigate
her offense. Her family is rtively poor, so I’m afraid she couldn’t afford it…”
Cynthia sneered angrily. “You’ve got a smart mouth to get everything wrong. You’re good at making up
stories. Who told you Joyce likes the violin?”
Molly froze for a moment, with her eyes flickering, and she said vaguely. “I, I just listened to other
servants…”
“Nonsense!” Cynthia immediately interrupted her, “Do you really think that I don’t know about my
servants?
Joyce never likes the violin but the piano the most. The reason why she works as a servant here is to
make
money to buy herself a piano.”
Molly’s legs began to go weak to hear it.
“Before wronging one, you must at least understand one.” Cynthia sneered.
Molly was sweating, but she couldn’t admit it. Or she couldn’t work here, and Alston and the others
would
teach her a severe lesson.
She had to say, “It’s just my guess. Maybe she was to revenge or other reasons, but I saw here
down.
from the second floor with my own eyes.”
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Molly had the confidence to say that. Because there was no monitor in the Smith family except for the
one at
the door to ensure privacy.
Besides, no servants were in the living room today but her. No one knew what was going on except
her.
Cynthia and Alston made eye contact with serious expressions.
Molly prided herself even without any expression on her face.
Alston nced at Molly coldly, which made her shudder and quickly lower her head.
Alston asked her, “What time did you see Joyceing down from upstairs?”
“I don’t know the exact time. It was almost half an hour ago!” Molly made up a time.
At that moment, Greg came in from the outside. Hearing noises upstairs, he ran up and saw they were
at the violin room door. He was stunned for a moment. “Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith, and Mr. Miller. What
happened?”
Alston asked Greg in a low voice, “Do you know where that servant named Joyce is?”
Greg nodded, “Yes. She has been with Mrs. Lewis and me all the time.”
The three of them had their sights focused on Molly.
Molly panicked. She raised her head and screamed. “You’re talking nonsense. I did see Joycee
down from upstairs. Cynthia, are you deliberately coborating with Greg to frame me because you
disliked me and
suspected Mr. Smith and me…”
Cynthia’s anger finally reached its peak when she heard that. She stepped forward and pped her,
directly
interrupting her nonsense.
“You, you dare to hit me!” Molly covered the beaten half of her face, saying in disbelief, “Cynthia, you
dare to
hit me.”
“Hitting was the least of it! If you dare to talk nonsense, I will tear your mouth apart.”
Cynthia blew on her fingers and then Alston’s big hand rubbed her slightly red palm. Alston’s face was
full of
distress. “Does it hurt?”
Molly covered her face and was stunned. Lorenz gritted her white teeth. “He never wastes any time
making a
public disy of affection.”
“Miss Jones, be careful.” Greg looked extremely serious and pointed to Mrs. Lewis, who opened the
door downstairs and said, “Mrs. Lewis wants to buy ingredients suitable for pregnancy today, so I
brought Joyce. She was with me and Mrs. Lewis all day.”
It flustered Molly. Greg continued. “After Joyce cleaned the violin room, I found her at the door of the
violin. room. When I left, it was cleanedpletely.”
“During that time, none of the servants at home have ever gone up to the second floor but you, Miss
Jones. You are the one who messed up the violin room, and broke Mrs. Smith’s violin!”
Molly’s legs went limp, falling directly to the floor.