“Grandma, I was framed! I'm not involved in anything at all," Camille said when she met Mrs. Abraham wanting to see her. Plaque! The old woman slapped Camille with reddened eyes in disappointment.

“How dare you still argue in front of me after what you did. do you have no shame huh?” mistress Abraham almost cursed Camille with harsh words.

"grandma! Trust me," Camille pleaded, kneeling at the woman's feet.

"Get up!" Mrs. Abraham said curtly. "I'm sick of seeing your fake tears."

Camille shook her head looking at her grandmother with the most desperate look ever. “grandmother, really! I was forced by Brandon. I've never used that drug before. He's the one who made me wear it on purpose. Trust me, grandma!” asked Aurellie.

Mrs. Abraham growled. "Stop lying to me, Aurellie," said Mrs. Abraham. "Do you think I believe what you say? You're delusional with that drug. I'm not easily persuaded just like that. you're a grown woman after all. Brandon can't force you when you can make up your ow