How was this possible?


    Everyone in the room turned to watch as the footage began to reveal the truth.novelbin


    The surveince footage showed Fiona diligently working in the living room.


    At some point, Madisyn descended the stairs and engaged Fiona in conversation before Fiona eventually left.


    With this new information, it was obvious-Fiona couldn’t have been responsible for the theft.


    Kristine’s mind raced as she watched the screen.


    Fiona left?


    Then who danced in the Living room?


    Her eyes flicked to Madisyn, suspicion mounting.


    The footage continued, capturing Madisyn moving towards the window…


    Kristine’s anxiety escted, her heart pounding as a startling possibility dawned on her.


    ne dancing?


    At this critical juncture in her career, with Lynda about to rmend her to be the youngest senior executive in the National Dance Association, Kristine knew that she couldn’t let the truthe out now.


    As these thoughts flooded her mind, her face drained of color.


    But the next second, the footage abruptly ended.


    Fiona, gathering herself quicker than the others, made a desperate plea.


    “Mrs.


    Johns, please believe me! I really didn’t steal the ne!”


    ine took Fiona’s hand, her expression turning steely as she turned to Kristine.


    “Kristine, what exactly is happening here?”


    Kristine snapped out of her shock, a hint of color returning to herplexion.


    “Mom, I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’ll have it investigated immediately.


    ”


    Lynda was visibly shaken by the revtions from the footage.


    She gazed at Fiona’s tear-stained face and felt a deep sense of shame.


    “Fiona, I’m truly sorry.


    We should have been more thorough.


    I’ll make sure you arepensated,” ine said, her toneden with genuine regret.


    In fact, she had always been fond of Fiona.


    Fiona dabbed away her tears, saying, “Mrs.


    Johns, it’s clear someone in this house was trying to frame me.


    I can’t stay under these circumstances.


    All I ask is that you take care of yourself.


    I will pack my belongings and leave today.


    ”


    “Fiona…” ine’s voice broke, her heart heavy with sorrow.


    Over the years, Fiona’s dedication and warmth had woven her deeply into the fabric of the household, creating a bond that transcended her role as merely a maid.