Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 596

Chapter 596: 596-The Cunning Bitch

Helanie:

"What is going on?" Emma was the first one to ask, shamelessly forgetting the fact that she had done something extremely terrible the other day.

We had been gathered in the living room ever since the family returned. Nobody had said a word. Actually, Norman and Lord McQuoid had talked before the rest of the family arrived.

"There has been some work going on in the basement. We are preparing weapons and poisons there, so it is advised that nobody goes downstairs until further notice," Lord McQuoid took the hold of the situation to make the announcement.

But I could tell my mother already knew about Maximus being down there. Even Charlotte must have known. I was just confused whether Emma was aware of Maximus’s condition or not.

I knew that Charlotte used to wander around the mansion all these years—since she was a part of the family—and during one of her such investigations on a faithful night, she had found out that Maximus is a lycan.

The maids nodded in agreement, along with the other helpers, and walked away. But now that it was just the family members, Norman started walking toward Emmet, who nowadays only stood in the corner.

"An incident happened the other day that left me deeply bothered," Norman leaned back against the table with his hands in his pockets, his broad shoulders giving him the look of a giant.

Everyone exchanged confused glances, trying to remember which incident he was referring to—since a lot had been happening lately.

"You accused my brother of a lie. Let’s talk about that," Norman’s eyes narrowed at Emma, who instantly began looking around in confusion.

"I didn’t accuse—" she tried to explain but I raised my palm to hush her.

"I was there, and I know what happened. My mother arrived and saw that I wasn’t in bed with Emmet at all. But you claimed that I told you he had attacked me," I began, and noticed Emmet only raising his eyes to look at me while keeping his head down.

"You said it," Emma repeated herself.

"Well then, in that case, we have no choice left but to look at it with witnesses. Ursula, you were right beside your daughter—maybe a few feet away or behind—but you must have heard something. There is no way Helanie told Emma such a story in the few seconds it took you to walk from the passage to the living room, and you didn’t hear it. So tell me—what did you hear?" Norman asked my mother, who was probably not expecting to be called out.

She straightened her spine, but her eyes remained on Emma. I watched Emma grow more confident. They had been friends forever, and my mother had made it painfully clear that she would always pick her over me.