Before the ambulance came and took Yvie away, I watched Martin anxiously pick Yvie up in his arms, not forgetting to glare at me viciously.Everyone, including the servants, quickly accused me of pushing her down the stairs, gaslighting me so hard that for a moment, I wondered if I had really done it.Nonetheless, I was once again caught defenseless—and while defending myself seemed wrong, not defending myself was much worse.I curled up under the stairs and waited for a long, long time, when Martin finally returned in the morning.I stood up with red eyes and choked, "It wasn't me—"Smack!I felt the slap knocking me across the face, leaving my ears ringing and my nose was bleeding.He really put his back into that slap—I even thought my eardrum was perforated, as all I heard was silence, until Martin bellowed as he dragged me to his study, "Did you know Jane was threatening to call the cops?! How dare you hurt Yvie so maliciously! I've been too nice, haven't I?! You'd even bre
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