Chapter XXXIX: Behind The Shelves

"Doreen are you sure?" Alistair whispered beside her.

"I am! So start moving now before he can kill another person!" She shouted in rage.

But no one made a move, even the servants who looks between– shock and uncertain with her sudden outburst.

"Doreen, I understand your anger right now– after what happened to Lord Gilbert... but you cant just point on someon–"

"No! Listen to me! Its the Scholar! I knew it! Scholar Francis is the culprit!" She said in insistent, still shouting at everyone.

She knows she's throwing a tantrums right now. She knows she cant convince everyone if she was acting this way. And she's perfectly aware that no one will believe her if she doesn't show them any basis– or maybe an explanation on why is she accusing the scholar as the murderer. But no, you cant blame her. Because she already have enough.

"Then give us an evidence and we will make a move!" The prince said, unconsciously raising his voice at the lady.

"I dont have! I just knew it!"

"Then we cant make