Chapter 237
Chapter 237:
The quiet confidence in Yelena’s words sent a chill through Bella.
When the police arrived, whispers surged anew, curiosity and dread rising in equal measure.
The investigation commenced quickly. The surveillance footage revealed little—only Yelena entering the ladies’ room alone.
With no conclusive visuals, the officers turned to fingerprint analysis. If Yelena had stolen the ring, her prints would undoubtedly be on it.
But when the results came back, they told a different story.
Only Monica’s fingerprints were found on the ring.
Monica’s face turned pale, her confidence faltering.
“The prints must have been wiped off,” she stammered. “I—I touched the ring just now, so of course, my prints would be on it p>
The explanation was technically plausible, but her nervous tone betrayed her.
Yelena, watching this unfold, was almost impressed by Monica’s audacity. It seemed Monica truly didn’t know when to quit.
Turning to the waitress, Yelena stepped closer, her voice sharp and unwavering.
“You’re absolutely certain you saw me wearing this ring? Admiring it on my finger, you said p>
The waitress stiffened under Yelena’s piercing gaze. Panic flickered in her eyes as she scrambled to stick to her story.
“Yes,” she said shakily, “I saw it. You were wearing it and admiring it p>
Her words sounded hollow, but with no immediate contradiction, most of the room leaned toward believing her.
After all, why would a waitress risk accusing someone without reason? The logic seemed sound.
𝗕𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 — 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁
Yelena, unfazed by the growing murmurs, took the ring in her hand. Without hesitation, she slid it onto her middle finger, holding it up for everyone to see.
The room fell into stunned silence before erupting in outrage.
“Is she insane? What is she trying to prove p>
“Shameless, wearing it after everything p>
“She’s got no sense of decency. Yelena, take it off p>
“Yelena, do you think this is a joke p>
The cacophony of criticism grew louder, voices layered in judgment and disbelief.
But Yelena remained unmoved. She stood in the eye of the storm, her expression calm.
After a moment, she slowly removed the ring and handed it back to Monica, her movements deliberate.
The murmurs of the crowd dissipated as they noticed something.
Yelena scratched her middle finger, a faint redness blooming on the spot where the ring had been moments before.
The silence grew thick as curiosity replaced condemnation.
Yelena’s voice broke the quiet, calm and precise.
“You can all see the reaction on my skin. I’m allergic to certain metals, including platinum—the material this ring is set in. This is why I never wear jewelry like this p>