Footsteps sounded from outside the door; it was the servant delivering food as usual.
"Miss, your lunch has been left at the door."
The servant's voice came through the thick wooden panel, carrying their usual respectful yet distant tone.
Carola felt annoyed just hearing the noise. But she held back and remained silent until the footsteps faded away. Then she suddenly stood up, grabbed the glass from the table, and smashed it fiercely against the wall.
"Crash!"
Glass shards flew everywhere, and water stains spread across the floor.
Lance arrived very quickly.
Just as Carola threw the glass, hurried footsteps echoed outside the door, followed immediately by Lance's deep, stern voice. "Carola, what kind of crazy stunt are you pulling now?"
Carola sneered. "Me, pulling a crazy stunt? Lance, did you forget that I'm a human being, not your prisoner! If you keep locking me up like this, even if I don't go crazy, you'll drive me insane!"
Lance pushed the door open, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the floor as his brows furrowed tightly. "Clean this up. From now on, do not give Carola anything dangerous like this. If it happens again, you’re fired."
Behind him, the servant nodded, trembling with fear, and quickly brought a broom to clean up the wreckage.
Carola stood rooted to the spot, watching coldly as the mess on the floor was swept up bit by bit, her chest heaving violently.
"Carola, I can see your head still isn't clear even now. With everything Tamara has done to you, when has she not used you like a weapon, making you charge onto the front lines? Yet you still treat her like a treasure. If you weren't my biological sister, I wouldn't even want to bother with you!"
If Carola wasn't his sister, Lance would have left her to her own demise.
"How could I not be clear-headed!" Carola suddenly raised her voice. "Tamara has never done any of the things you mentioned. It's you guys who stubbornly listen to others' slander. You believe the words of outsiders but not me!"
A trace of impatience flashed in Lance's eyes. Pushed to his absolute limit this time, he didn't just turn and leave. Instead, he systematically listed a series of Tamara's offenses.
"Think carefully. Every time you charged to the front to cause trouble, wasn't it because you were instigated by Tamara? But did the person you provoked really have a grudge against you? Also, did you forget the time she used you to deal with Leilani?"
Carola choked on her words, but quickly stiffened her neck and argued back. "That was all a misunderstanding! Tamara has already explained it to me! Besides, if she really used me intentionally, how would she dare come to our house to look for me?"

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