And besides, the Elders have always been biased toward Quennel.
Once they knew I wasn’t the one who did it, their interest in the investigation probably waned. They likely didn’t even care who the real culprit was anymore.
Now that they’ve pinned it on a servant, they can just go along with it and drop the matter without needing to dig any deeper.
As Lionel thought this, a knot of frustration tightened in his chest, leaving him feeling suffocated and miserable.
While he had long known he wasn’t favored in the Rosenberg family, he never imagined the double standard would be this blatant.
“Lionel, if you insist on thinking that way, there’s nothing I can do. If you have an issue with the Elders’ findings, you should take it up with them, not waste your breath complaining to me.”
Seeing that he couldn't get a further rise out of Lionel, Quennel decided not to waste any more time.
He stood up, his eyes still twinkling with amusement as he looked at Lionel.
“Well, I came here today on the Elders’ behalf, and I’ve delivered the message. I’ll be going now. If I stay any longer, all I’ll hear is you whining and spouting nonsense.”
He had expected Lionel to become even more furious, perhaps even get physical.
But to his surprise, Lionel restrained himself, merely insisting it was his doing without taking any further action.
Since he wasn’t going to get the reaction he wanted, it was best to leave. There was no point in exchanging more empty words.
Besides, he had other things to do.
Lionel watched Quennel’s retreating back, his fists slowly clenching in frustration.
He took a deep breath and strode forward.
“Quennel, I’m telling you, I will go to the Elders and tell them this was all your scheme. I will help them continue the investigation. Don’t think you can get away with this scot-free!”

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