The moment Sue heard Rebecca say she was going to call for her daughter, she panicked. “No, please, don’t bring my daughter into this!”
Rebecca frowned. “Why not? You told us yourself that you gave the stolen blush to your daughter, didn’t you?”
Sue’s eyes darted nervously. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, “My daughter’s just a child—she doesn’t understand any of this. I’m afraid it’ll scare her.”
Rebecca offered a thin, cold smile. “Sue, you’re overthinking this. I just want your daughter to confirm what you said. If you really gave her the blush, then she can keep it. I’ll consider it a gift.”
She turned to one of the housemaids. “Go and bring Sue’s daughter here.”
Sue collapsed to her knees, her vision blurring with tears. She reached out, grasping at the hem of Rebecca’s dress, her voice raw and desperate. “Please, don’t bring her here. I beg you.”
Rebecca’s frown deepened. She studied Sue, confusion flickering in her eyes. “Why not?”
Sue’s whole body trembled. She bowed her head, unable to meet Rebecca’s gaze. “My daughter… she’s not well. She’s… mentally challenged. She doesn’t know anything. I’m the one who dressed her up and put makeup on her.”
Rebecca stepped closer, her expression softening with a hint of sympathy. “Sue, your daughter is fifteen, and she’s… special needs?”
Sue nodded, her reply no more than a broken whisper. “Yes. That’s right.”
Rebecca exhaled slowly, as if taking in the weight of Sue’s confession. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? If I’d known your family was struggling like this, I would have given all the makeup to your daughter.”
Sue trembled even harder, barely able to hold herself together.
Rebecca’s tone shifted, thoughtful. “Actually, I just remembered—William knows the director of the psychiatric hospital in town. Maybe your daughter could get real help there.”
She addressed the staff again. “Ask William to arrange it. Have Sue’s daughter admitted to the hospital.”
Sue instantly went rigid, terror etched on her face. “No! Please, don’t send her there. She’ll be bullied. I’d rather keep her with me, even if it’s hard. Please, don’t do this.”
Rebecca’s gaze was steady and unyielding. “Sue, don’t worry. I’ll make sure the doctors take good care of her.”
Sue’s whole body shook with grief. She looked at Rebecca, her eyes hollow with despair. Biting her lip, she wanted to beg further, but Rebecca had already made up her mind and gave her orders.
At a loss, Sue turned to Crystal for help, but Crystal avoided her gaze, clearly unwilling to get involved.
Rebecca’s eyes flicked between Sue and Crystal, sensing something off. Sue’s lips were pressed tight, the strain written all over her face.
Rebecca finally broke the silence. “Sue, get up. Take your time. You know, you can’t make accusations without proof.”
Her tone was gentler now, and she reached out to help Sue to her feet.
But Sue shook her head, her fear plain. “Miss Rebecca, I can’t get up. I know I was wrong, but I had my reasons. If you want proof… I just remembered…”
“Oh?” Rebecca prompted.
“Ms. Crystal pulled me into the back garden to talk about this. You can check the security cameras if you don’t believe me.”
Crystal went cold.
The back garden—there were cameras there…
George, his voice unsteady, asked, “Sue, is that really true?”
Sue nodded eagerly. “Mr. Thomson, I swear on everything, I’m telling the truth. Not a word of it is a lie.”
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