Chapter 7 Bessie Is the Thief
In Ophelia’s past life, Cullen came back to retrieve the notes for her after such a long time, and the notes were still here.
Wait.
Ophelia squinted.
Cullen had been hooking up with Bessie behind her back all this time. Maybe he didn’t get the notes from here.
Immediately, she had a speculation.
She went out.
It just so happened that Bessie came back.
“Ophelia, you’re back.” Bessie put on a hypocritical smile. “What happened? You look terrible.”
Ophelia glanced at her. “Something valuable of mine is missing. Has any of you even entered my room?”
Samuel snapped, “What do you mean? Are you saying one of us stole your stuff?”
Ophelia said flatly, “I left it in my room. If it wasn’t either of you, then it must have been a thief. What kind of thief could sneak in here without being seen by anyone?”
“Maybe the servants lost it when they were cleaning,” Erin said, smoothing things over. “Ophelia, what thing? Could you tell us?”
“My mom’s notes.”
Immediately, the other three people fell silent.
Everyone knew about the notes. Once, someone offered millions of dollars to buy the notes, but Ophelia didn’t agree. They were indeed valuable.
Soon, the servants were summoned and lined up.
Their expressions changed when they knew something worth millions of dollars was missing, and no one dared to say a word at all.
Bessie sighed, looking helpless, “Ophelia, the servants didn’t know the notes were worth that much. Maybe they thought the notes were just some papers and dumped them when cleaning your room. You can’t blame them for not knowing, right? Maybe we should just drop it. Even if you know who did it, no one could pay you millions of dollars anyway. What are you gonna do then? Force them? Corner them? Make them beg you? Just let it go.”
The servants immediately shot her grateful glances.
Meanwhile, they complained about Ophelia deep down, thinking, “Sure enough, Ms. Bessie is much kinder and more generous than Ms. Ophelia. Does Ms. Ophelia really want us to beg her?”
Ophelia smiled coldly.
Then she said to the servants, “My cabinet is locked. No one could open it unless they were set to steal something from there. So, it’s impossible that the notes were dumped when you were cleaning. I gathered everyone here to give whoever did this a chance to come clean; after all, you’ve been working for us for years. You really think I have no proof?
“But… Since you don’t appreciate the chance, I’ll call the cops then. Let the laws decide the thief’s fate.”
Saying this, she took out her phone to make a call.
Bessie’s heart skipped a beat, and she asked subconsciously, “What proof?”
Ophelia’s eyes darkened slightly as she glanced at Bessie. “I’ve got a camera—it’s at the top right corner of the desk. None of you have noticed?”
Bessie’s expression changed at once.
Now that she thought about it, there was indeed something resembling a camera on Ophelia’s desk.
Seeing that Ophelia was about to call the police, she strode forward and snatched Ophelia’s phone away, throwing caution to the wind.
Immediately, all eyes were on her.
Ophelia looked at her meaningfully. “Bessie, what are you doing?”
“I…” Bessie forced a smile. “It just occurred to me that maybe I have the notes.”
“Oh?” Ophelia said, her tone suggestive. “I’ve been asking them for such a long time already, yet you remembered nothing. Now it suddenly rings a bell after I said I’d call the cops?”
The servants’ gazes on Bessie changed slightly.
A few minutes earlier, Bessie had defended them when they might be falsely accused, and they were grateful to her. But now, upon knowing she might be the thief, they felt different.
It was way too coincidental that Bessie remembered now.
Their gazes made Bessie utterly uneasy.
Cursing Ophelia under her breath, she forced a smile and explained, “Lenora came here before and said she wanted to take a look at the notes, so I came to your room and took them. I didn’t put them back right after she left, and it has been so long, so I kind of forgot about them…”
Lenora Whitaker was the daughter of Ophelia’s uncle.
“Oh, I see,” Ophelia smiled coolly. “Then please give them back to me, Bessie. Also, let me remind you something. The notes are my mom’s legacy, and you know exactly how valuable they are. Maybe you should keep your hands off them from now on. Or those who don’t know might think you wanted to steal them.”
The smile on Bessie’s face froze. She gritted her teeth, saying, “Fine. I’ll go look for them.”
Soon, she came back and walked over to Ophelia with a locked box in her hand. The notes were inside.
At first glance, Ophelia knew Bessie had never been able to unlock the box.
She took the box and went back to her room to pack up.
She packed up everything related to Harriet and then those she deemed important, which filled an entire suitcase.
Erin walked to the door, and her expression changed. “What are you doing, Ophelia? You aren’t coming back in the future?”
Ophelia answered, “I’m now married and have my own home. I’m not coming back.”
As she thought of Winford, she smiled sweetly and was instantly in a better mood.
After Harriet died, this place was no longer her home. It was a shame she never realized it sooner.
From now on, wherever Winford was would be her home.
“Still, you don’t have to take so many things with you. What will people think if they see this?” Erin blamed her though sounding gentle.
“No. I’m gonna take them with me. What if someone steals them again?”
Bessie, who had just walked over, heard Ophelia’s words, and the gentle smile on her face cracked.
Ignoring Bessie and Erin’s expressions, Ophelia walked toward the door while dragging the suitcase. As she was about to leave, she thought of something, turned around, went back, and took something that looked like a camera on the corner of her desk.
Then she dumped it into the trash can.
Bessie was stunned.
Ophelia said, sounding innocent, but her tone was suggestive, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that it’s just an ornament. It’s not some camera at all. I said that because I wanted to lure the thief out. What a surprise… It was actually you, Bessie.”
Bessie’s face twisted out of anger, which made Ophelia feel good. She then left with her suitcase.
She went back by cab, and she hailed a cab to go back to Sunset Vista.
Back at Sunset Vista, she noticed the odd atmosphere right after she stepped inside.
At the sight of her, the servants were startled, but none of them told her what was going on. Instead, they all instinctively glanced up towards the upstairs.
There was anticipation and schadenfreude in their eyes, and Ophelia could tell they were waiting for the spectacle starring her.
Before she could ask anything, a voice rang out from upstairs.
“Toss this out. And this. Who put those crap in here? Didn’t I tell you already? This is my room. No one can step inside without my permission!”
