Today, she was set on teaching her daughter a real lesson.
Lying and stealing were already bad enough, but refusing to admit it? That just made everything worse.
Amelia took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and—right there in front of everyone—unzipped her bag. She turned it upside down, letting everything tumble out onto the table. And there it was, impossible to miss: the sparkling diamond bracelet.
Tara clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Did Mrs. Salmeron really steal the diamond bracelet?
Caroline looked completely smug—like she’d known this would happen all along. She crossed her arms and tipped her chin up. “Well, there you have it. Caught in the act, Amelia. What are you going to say now?”
Amelia stood tall, her back straight and her whole presence quietly commanding. “I’m not confessing to something I didn’t do,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “Go ahead, call the police. Have them check for fingerprints on that bracelet. Let’s see if mine are even there.”
Fingerprints?
Penny’s stomach dropped.
She knew what fingerprints were—her older brother had explained that everyone’s were different, and if you touched something, you’d leave a mark.
So… on her aunt’s diamond bracelet, there wouldn’t be any of the “bad woman” Amelia’s prints. Only hers.
Amelia caught the flicker of fear on Penny’s small face. For a split second, her heart softened.
She hated scaring her daughter—no mother would ever want that. But if Penny never faced the consequences of what she’d done, she’d never learn.
Clive frowned, about to say something, when his phone buzzed from the sofa. He glanced over, surprised to see a message from his son, Timmy.
He looked around, suddenly realizing Timmy wasn’t in the living room.
Curious, he picked up the phone and opened the message. It was a video—security camera footage, he realized after a second. From Caroline’s bedroom, no less.
Timmy: Dad, this is the security footage from Aunt Caroline’s room. Watch it. She didn’t steal the bracelet…
No one quite knew where Timmy got his tech skills, but hacking into the house cameras was nothing to him.
Clive hesitated for just a moment, then hit play. As the video rolled, his expression grew darker and darker.

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