Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
Her eyes hardened as she straightened her posture. “Thank you for the gesture, Mr. Roberts, but that won’t be necessary,” she said, her voice calm and resolute.
Without waiting for a response, Yelena turned on her heel and ascended the staircase to pack her belongings. Sonya hastily ran after her.
When Yelena returned downstairs, her figure composed, she carried nothing but a worn black bag slung over her shoulder. Her expression was unreadable, but her posture radiated defiance.
Sonya trailed after her, her face a mask of false concern. “Wait, Yelena! Don’t be so hasty. These clothes are practically new—you really should take them. I mean, I heard your real family is… well, struggling,” she said. With a calculated flourish, Sonya reached out and grabbed Yelena’s bag.
The loud clatter of its contents scattering onto the marble floor seized everyone’s attention.
Amid the mundane items lay a gleaming Chanel bracelet, its brilliance catching the light like a beacon.
Sonya let out an exaggerated gasp, her hand flying to her chest. “This… this is the bracelet Dad gave me just last week! How could it end up in your bag p>
Yelena’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.
So this was Sonya’s plan—a final attempt to humiliate her.
She glanced at Sonya, her eyes sharp as daggers. If Sonya wanted a show, she’d give her one.
“How could you, Yelena?” Tatiana shrieked, her voice trembling with outrage. “Stealing from the very people who raised you? After everything we’ve done for you? No wonder you turned down the ten thousand dollars—you’ve already helped yourself to something far more valuable! A thief within the family is the ultimate disgrace p>
Jonathan’s frown deepened into a stormy scowl. He stepped forward, his voice low and foreboding. “Yelena, explain yourself. Why did the bracelet I gave to Sonya end up in your bag p>
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“Jonathan! She’s nothing but a thief!” Tatiana’s voice cracked with urgency, her frustration boiling over. “We should call the police immediately p>
Sonya, ever the picture of contrived benevolence, stepped forward with a sigh. “Dad, Mom, let’s not jump to conclusions. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. Maybe Yelena put the bracelet in her bag without realizing it. I’m sure she didn’t mean to p>
“What? She didn’t mean to? Are you seriously trying to tell me that the bracelet just happened to fall into her bag? This isn’t just some trinket—it’s an original design by Yvonne, a true masterpiece. Irreplaceable. Yelena knew exactly what it was worth. Her greed is written all over her. It’s exactly as I feared! No matter how long we raised her, we can’t change her nature p>
Tatiana’s words lashed out like a whip, dripping with contempt.
“Mom, really, let it go,” Sonya chimed in, her tone soft, almost pitying. She turned to Yelena with a sigh, her lips curving into a faintly sympathetic smile. “If she loves it so much, let her keep it. It’s not like we’ll see her again anyway. Though I can’t deny, this bracelet has always been special to me. Yvonne is my idol, and her designs mean the world to me p>
Yelena watched their performance in silence, her expression unreadable. Each line, each gesture, was delivered with the precision of seasoned actors.
If they ever decided to give up their privileged lives, they could make a fortune in the theater. The absurdity of it all almost made her laugh.