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Chapter 399:
As Amelia trailed Wyatt into the grand estate, she couldn’t resist scanning the opulent interior, noting its every detail. The more she observed, the stronger her sense grew that Della had been wronged.
When she stepped into the spacious living room with Wyatt, the lively conversation within halted abruptly.
Kamila hesitated briefly before offering a warm smile. “Wyatt, you… Please, make yourself comfortable,” she said, gesturing to a seat. She then said to a nearby servant sharply, “Why are you just standing there? Go make some coffee p>
When she turned back to Wyatt, her smile returned. “So, Wyatt, what brings you here today p>
Amelia, watching Kamila’s seamless shift in demeanor, couldn’t help but shake her head subtly.
Wyatt brushed off Kamila’s welcome entirely, acting as though her words hadn’t reached him. Kamila’s smile grew increasingly tense.
Rory, fed up with seeing his mother grovel before Wyatt, snapped irritably, “Mom, why bother saying so much? It’s clear he’s ignoring you p>
Kamila’s expression froze, embarrassment creeping in. Amelia, witnessing the exchange, nearly chuckled.
Kamila shot Rory a sharp look before turning to Jewell with a wounded expression. Jewell, visibly annoyed, looked at Wyatt. “Why are you even here?” he asked.
“Where is the necklace?” Wyatt asked pointedly.
𝗗і𝗌𝗰ov𝗲𝘳 𝗇𝗲𝘸 𝘴t𝗈ri𝗲s 𝗼𝗻
Jewell frowned, confused. “Necklace? What are you talking about p>
In response, Wyatt tossed a small box onto the table. It sprang open, revealing a sparkling necklace inside.
Jewell’s eyes betrayed a flicker of unease when he saw the necklace, though he quickly masked it. “I intended to retrieve the necklace soon, but since you’ve already got it p>
“Are you playing dumb?” Wyatt cut him off, his gaze icy.
Jewell’s temper flared. “Wyatt, is that the way you should talk to me? I am your father!” he barked.
As tensions rose, Amelia swiftly tugged Wyatt back. “Mr. Stewart, what Wyatt means is that the necklace in the box is a fake p>
“A fake? That’s absurd!” Jewell exclaimed.
Amelia said, “It truly is a replica. Wyatt mentioned the necklace was something Della’s mother had left her. Since you took it, then p>
“Are you accusing me of deliberately swapping it?” Jewell bellowed.
Jewell’s shout made Wyatt quickly step in, trying to protect Amelia. “Isn’t that the case p>
“That’s nonsense! I never swapped anything!” Jewell yelled.
At Jewell’s response, something flickered in Wyatt’s eyes.
Unnoticed by everyone, a brief flash of panic crossed Kamila’s face.
Jewell continued, “Wyatt, you’re the head of the Stewart Group, yet you can’t see you’ve been deceived? The person who gave this necklace to you might have switched the real necklace p>
“Monroe would never do something like that!” Amelia countered firmly.
She wouldn’t let anyone drag Monroe’s name through the mud, not after his efforts to recover the necklace.
Wyatt gently squeezed her hand, his familiar warmth calming her down. Then, Amelia caught sight of Kamila’s uneasy expression. She subtly signaled Wyatt by brushing her fingers against his palm.
Following her hint, Wyatt turned his gaze to Kamila.
“Since you didn’t switch it, let’s call the police,” Wyatt declared.
“No! Don’t involve the police!” Jewell and Kamila blurted out in unison.
Jewell’s objection stemmed from his fear of public humiliation, given that he had taken the necklace in the first place. But Kamila’s instinctive reaction drew every eye in the room.
Realizing her outburst was too telling, Kamila forced an awkward smile. “This matter concerns the Stewart family’s reputation. If the police get involved, won’t other families laugh at us p>
“You are not a member of the Stewart family, so why care about our reputation?” Wyatt retorted coldly, leaving Kamila pale with fury.
She looked to Jewell, expecting his usual defense, but was stunned to see him staring at her with suspicion.
A memory suddenly struck Jewell. He recalled the day he had brought the necklace home — Kamila had asked to try it on. He had handed it over without a second thought. She had returned it to him the next morning.
“Kamila, did you—” Jewell began, his tone heavy with doubt.
“Mom, I’m home!” Pattie’s sudden arrival cut him off.
As she entered the living room, she froze, seeing the strange, intense stares now fixed on her.