Katelyn had given Kristina a chance, but Kristina hadn’t valued it, assuming Katelyn wouldn’t uncover any evidence. Now, cornered, Kristina turned to Magda for support, her voice rising with desperation.
“Magda, do you not believe me either? You know me. I have no issue with Mrs. Wheeler. Why would I hurt her? Someone else is framing me.”
Magda’s expression grew conflicted. She felt torn between trusting her instincts and giving weight to Kristina’s claims. Turning to Katelyn, she said cautiously, “Kristina’s reasoning makes sense. She has no motive. If she’s caught, her future is over.”
“Exactly,” Kristina said eagerly, her confidence bolstered by Magda’s tentative support. “I have no reason to do this! Someone is trying to frame me.”
Katelyn shook her head, her expression laced with mockery as if Kristina’s stubbornness was amusing. “I honestly didn’t think you could be this delusional.”
Kristina’s heart sank, dread washing over her. Could Katelyn really have a third piece of evidence after presenting the first two? Panic gripped her as she searched Katelyn’s expression for a bluff, but there was none.
Sure enough, Katelyn casually pulled out another document and tossed it onto the table in front of Kristina. “Now, let’s see what you have to say about this bank statement of yours.”
Kristina’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the damning evidence.
The document outlined Kristina’s bank transactions from the past week. Everything appeared routine until a large sum of money—five hundred thousand—was deposited into her account yesterday.
Magda stared at the evidence, utterly bewildered. How had Katelyn obtained such crucial information? Hadn’t she divorced Neil? Without the Wheeler family’s support, accessing these details seemed impossible. First, it was the surveillance footage. Now, Katelyn had Kristina’s bank statement—evidence far beyond the reach of an ordinary person.
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Kristina clenched her fists, scrambling to think of an excuse. But Katelyn didn’t give her the chance.
“Your family isn’t wealthy, and your parents don’t have the means to transfer five hundred thousand to you. You don’t have a boyfriend, and you have no other source of income,” Katelyn said, her tone calm yet cutting. She paused, her gaze turning icy. “Are you about to spin a story about some mysterious benefactor dropping all that money into your account?” Her words dripped with sarcasm.
Kristina, now sweating, looked at Katelyn in disbelief. “You investigated me!” The thoroughness of it left her with no way out.
Katelyn’s expression remained cold and unyielding, her gaze bearing down on Kristina. “Did you think I’d confront you without proof? I told you—I was giving you a chance.” Read complete version only at find?novel.net
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