At that moment, Sophie slowly regained consciousness. Weakly, she whispered, “Mom, I really didn’t steal anything.”
Tears filled my eyes.
I had to clear her name today—otherwise, she would live under this shadow forever.
I said loudly, “The restaurant has surveillance cameras everywhere. One look and the truth will be clear!”
The officer nodded in agreement.
Clara’s face paled, and she shot a desperate glance at Rachel Lee.
Rachel stammered,
“Well… the cameras are broken. We haven’t had time to fix them yet.”
I snapped back, “Broken now, of all times? Who do you think you’re fooling?”
The officer, experienced and sharp, wasn’t buying it. He growled:
“You know the consequences of obstructing an investigation. Bring me the footage now.”
Panicked, Clara blurted, “Just a moment, I’ll call the tech staff.”
Then she slipped into the back, secretly dialing Edward Shaw in tears.
Twenty minutes later, Edward arrived.
He went straight to Clara’s side, soothing her for a long while before finally turning toward me and Sophie.
When he saw our faces, he frowned deeply.
“Grace Miller? Sophie? What are you doing here?”
I let out a cold laugh, glaring at him.