Chapter 361: It Wasn't Me

In the living room, Princeton, Esther, and Margaret Santee sat stiffly on the couch. "Th-this… this Zander Smut… how could he be that kind of person?" Princeton stammered. "The last time we saw him, he wasn't like this at all." The three of them had already doomscrolled their way through the concert headlines. Princeton stared at the news, jaw hanging open for so long it almost hurt. Third Master Smut. The accomplished, polished, gentle young heir of the Smut family. And yet he had suddenly...