Fiona's every word was drenched in tears, her delicate eyes shining with unshed drops that looked ready to fall at any moment.
"Teacher Fletcher, Cecilia, one of you is my own blood, the other is the music master I respect most. I used to be proud of both of you, but now, you've let me down so much!"
Fiona's voice and posture were the very picture of pitiful fragility, and in her lovely features there was now a fragile beauty, like a rose battered by storm—though its leaves are withered and only a few petals remain, it stands out more than ever.
As she spoke, Fiona broke down completely, sobbing her heart out.
"I'm really hurt that you've both become so mercenary and shameless! I'm sorry, I know I don't have the right to question you like this, but how can I bear to see everyone fooled by a fraud? Teacher Fletcher, I even want to ask: sitting today as Stellerton University's Veridia judge, do you really feel no guilt?"
...
