The entrance to Huntington Manor was bustling with activity. In addition to two police cars, several news vans from TV stations and newspapers were parked outside. Reporters from all over had flocked to the scene, eager to snatch the hottest headline. The whole town had gathered to witness the latest twist in this high-stakes legal battle, transforming the once peaceful and quiet town into the epicenter of public attention.　　The entryway was packed to the brim, making it nearly impossible to get through. Police officers were furiously honking their horns, signaling the crowd of reporters to clear a path, just barely managing to enter the manor. Old Tom, seeing the chaos, quickly shut the large iron gate, locking out the onlookers from the estate.　　Shen Liyan, serving as a witness, followed the Royal Prosecution Service into the manor.　　Nanny, the housekeeper, led them to a room on the third floor. The room was completely empty, with every trace of peeling paint and dust on the walls meticulously cleaned away. The police noticed tracks of dust on the floor.　　“This room was just cleaned,” a young officer named Steven remarked. “Mrs. Huntington, didn’t the judge remind you to maintain the original state of the manor?”　　Nanny quickly chimed in, “It’s my fault. I’m just so used to working hard. When I see dirt, I just can’t help myself.”　　The officer shook his head helplessly. “Ms. Shen Liyan, is thi