Elliana kneeled on the floor with her hands tied behind her back. Her blonde hair was scattered across her shoulders, messy and filthy. None would guess that her hair was blonde if they looked at her now.
Circling the weak lady was the 7 great elders, each of them with their hands clasped behind their backs. The white robe priest-like clothes they wore fluttered with the hall's air conditioner, imposing and grand.
Of course, Grandpa Yofan wasn't among the six elders. The old man chose to stand beside the family head's throne while watching Elliana's wretched back.
His eyes squinted in pain, yet the old man tried to look nonchalant. He couldn't show any favour toward Elliana since he didn't have any proof to support the woman's innocence.
Standing several meters in front of the circled Elliana was the crowd consisting of all the branch families' heads, the vice head, the heirs, even the 9 Sloan Family's generals.