Richard was about to explode, but Natalie spoke up, looking at Darren. “Darren, you said Mrs. Peterson stole Marie’s necklace. Which one was it? The ten-million-dollar one your brother gave Marie as a wedding gift?”
Darren said, “That’s right. We filed a police report when it went missing. The record is there. A quick check will prove we’re not lying!”
He spoke with conviction, relieved that they had filed that report back then.
It could be used as proof now.
Darren breathed a quiet sigh of relief, failing to notice the deep, terrifying hatred in Natalie’s eyes as she watched him.
“So you knew I didn’t steal that necklace!”
Natalie’s words struck Darren like a bolt of lightning.
She started walking toward him, and with every step, it felt like she was driving a knife into his heart.
“Darren, if you knew I didn’t steal it, then why did you let your mother force me to kneel outside in the scorching sun for two days, holding a basin of water over my head? Why didn’t you speak up for me?
If you knew I didn’t steal it, why didn’t you say something then?”
Natalie had thought she could no longer feel hurt by Darren, but she never imagined something this absurd was possible.
Thinking back on it now, she realized how foolish she had been.
Victoria and Marie had threatened her: either produce the necklace or kneel in front of the villa holding a basin of water, otherwise she would be thrown out of the Cross family.
At the time, she thought Hanley was too little to be without his mother.
She couldn’t leave Hanley, and she couldn’t leave Darren. She thought kneeling would prove her innocence, but she had forgotten just how ridiculous that was.

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