That afternoon, while Lily helped Mateo push one leg forward in the greenhouse, Margaret entered Adrian’s office. With a hidden master key, she unlocked the display case and removed the solid gold Rolex President—an heirloom worth a fortune. She slipped it into Lily’s worn backpack.
“Enjoy today,” she whispered. “Tomorrow you’re a thief.”
Sirens shattered the afternoon. A private security vehicle pulled into the driveway. Adrian frowned—he hadn’t called anyone.
Officer Collins stepped out.
“We received a theft report.”
Margaret sobbed convincingly. “The Rolex. The only person in the office today was… her.”
They searched the bag. Adrian held his breath. The officer lifted the gold watch.
Time stopped.
“That’s not mine!” Lily cried. “Someone planted it!”
“There’s your miracle,” Margaret murmured.
Mateo screamed, pounding his armrests, trying to shield Lily. The truth was trapped inside him.
“Why?” Adrian asked coldly. “I trusted you.”
“I didn’t do it! It was her!” Lily shouted as the handcuffs closed around her wrists.
The iron gates shut behind her.
Within days, the mansion turned into a tomb again. Mateo stopped eating. Stopped moving. Faced the wall.