Her legs trembled at the accusation. Stealing? Since when had she been stealing? She didn't even dare touch anything in the house. How could her future mother-in-law accuse her of stealing? Her saliva was hard to swallow and her vision was starting to blur. She wouldn't stay silent now.
Meanwhile, Flint was furious when his mother carelessly accused Carabella of being a thief. As Carabella's fiancé, he naturally wouldn't stay silent. He stood in front of her, gripping her right hand tightly.
"Mother, why are you accusing Carabella of being a thief?" he snapped.
Linda smiled slyly at her terrified future daughter-in-law. "Of course she's the culprit, because since she moved in, I've lost so many things!"
"But you can't just accuse her! There's no way Carabella is a thief. She never even set foot in my room!"
"Even though she never set foot in your room, did she set foot in mine? Especially since Carabella is in charge of cleaning my room. She's definitely the culprit!"
