Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 113

I stared at Leah, saying nothing. Was this the kind of outdated trick she was going with?

Leah seemed to get a little flustered under my gaze. She straightened her back, but the moment our eyes met, she quickly recoiled, as if hiding behind others would somehow give her more confidence.

"You're the only person I've been around with, and that bracelet is really important to me," she said. "Can you please just return it?"

I stayed silent, and a flash of smugness crossed her face. "Are you feeling guilty? If you hand it over now, I can forgive you since we're classmates. But if you don't, we'll have no choice but to search your stuff."

Her words instantly shifted the atmosphere. The people standing beside her gave me suspicious glances. They looked as if they were already convinced I was a thief. In just a few sentences, she'd practically condemned me.

I took a deep breath, feeling both irritated and amused. How much longer was this woman going to keep stirring up trouble?

"I didn't take it. Why should I let you search my stuff? If that bracelet was so important to you, why weren't you wearing it instead of leaving it lying around? And now that it's missing, you're blaming me. Doesn't seem like you valued it that much. Was it a fake?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I could see Leah's eyes widen in shock, her voice rising in response. "Of course not! It's a gift from my mom. Are you saying that because you're jealous, Evelyn?"

she had overreacted, she paused, clearly caught

professor coughed, her patience wearing thin.

it, why not just let us check your bag? That way, we can clear your name." Leah's face flushed to her ears

I hadn't meant to provoke her so much, but seeing her

my head. Leah's family wasn't particularly wealthy. Sure, they could probably afford Cartier, but someone like her would

reaction to the word

like I had found

stole your precious bracelet. If you don't find it,

I turned to the professor, speaking clearly, "What if I

you're treated fairly," she

on, "Fairly? How fair? A slap on the wrist afterward won't fix the damage to my reputation

to you. You should understand that she's

entirely satisfied with the response, but I knew it wasn't the