The cup drew an arc in the air and smashed against the edge of the coffee table with a "bang."
"Cora Lowell, was it you who deliberately leaked this to the media?"
He roared, his voice hoarse, eyes bloodshot.
Lana Lowell's eyes flickered, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was weighing something.
She bowed her head and spoke weakly, her voice as soft as a mosquito.
"Dad, I made a lot of calls at the time, but none went through... The signal kept cutting out."
She paused, seeming to be recalling something, or perhaps organizing her words.
"The first person I thought of was Cora, but she... turned off her phone and couldn't be reached."
"By the time I thought of a way to handle it, things had already... already blown up."
As she spoke, she gently furrowed her brows, the center of her brow slightly knitted.
She slowly raised her head, looking at Cora Lowell with a trace of reproach in her eyes.
