Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Mrs. Jackman looked at Luca coldly, noticing how calm she was. After all, it was just an excuse to make things

difficult for Luca. Mrs. Jackman could understand why Luca was so composed while facing such a situation.

"Hand it over now if you're the one who took it," urged Mrs. Malcolm. She was not particularly interested in framing

someone. Still, she wanted to watch the drama unfold.

"Madam Crawford suspects that I took it just because I went into the house with the child to use the bathroom?"

asked Luca.

"Who else could it be if it wasn't you?" Susan interjected.

"There are so many people here. Many of them would have gone into the house to use the bathroom. Madam

Crawford, are you planning to interrogate them all? If so, I can help you pull up the surveillance footage at the

garden and check who went into the house. Then, we can have them answer questions individually and figure out

who took your necklace," Luca calmly suggested. If she knew that Susan was waiting for her in the backyard earlier,

she would not have come.

Susan was really difficult to deal with...

"Do you have any idea who they are and who you are? Who are you to suspect the others? You'd better know your

position!" Mrs. Jackman lifted a cup of tea and took a sip. Her gaze was sharp and cold.

She hated all the mistresses! That was why she had no intention of letting Luca off the hook.

"Madam, I only went to the first floor when I was in the house. Do you really think Madam Crawford would be that

silly to leave her necklace in the living room and let the others take it? Even though my net worth may not be as

high as yours, accusations require evidence. I was on the first floor the entire time. I didn't even head to the second

floor. How could you accuse me of stealing the necklace? Let's call the police since everyone is still here. It'll be

better for the police officers to investigate everyone here," replied Luca as she took her phone out from her pocket.

"You're still denying it, and now you're trying to get the police involved, huh?!" Mrs. Jackman came up with a plan.

She lifted the teapot filled with the scalding tea and threw it at Luca.

Luca did not manage to dodge the teapot that was coming at her as she was looking at her phone. She had no

choice but to move to the side.

The teapot shattered, and the boiling hot tea splashed on her bare ankle as well as all over the floor.

Her snow-white skin instantly turned red.

Mrs. Jackman felt pleased and disappointed at the same time.

She was disappointed that it did not splash on Luca's body. Otherwise, she would have been burned more.

"Ah!" Mrs. Malcolm exclaimed in shock as she did not expect Mrs. Jackman to do something so rude as to hurl the

freshly boiled water in the tea pot at Luca.

Mrs. Jackman rolled her eyes and sneered in disapproval at Mrs. Malcolm's overreaction.

Luca stood tall and straight, watching the smug expression on Susan's face. It seemed like she had found herself a

good assistant, someone who would break the tea pot without considering the consequences.

"Madam, do you know how long you can be detained for injuring someone?" Luca asked calmly.

"Injure? Is someone hurt?" Mrs. Jackman shot Susan a glance and asked, "Madam Crawford, did you see anyone

causing harm?"

"No. It was just a smashed teapot," Susan lied through her teeth to go along with Mrs. Jackman.

"What about you, Mrs. Malcolm?" Mrs. Jackman turned to look at Mrs. Malcolm, who was startled by the incident

just now.

"No... I didn't see anything," Mrs. Malcolm came back to her senses and thought that it was fortunate that the

woman dodged the teapot that was thrown at her. It could have caused severe burns.

As Luca listened to their conversation, she reckoned that the other two women were like Susan. They were rich

wives who stayed at home doing nothing, and they had not seen much of the dark side of the society.

Besides, their husbands were rich and powerful. They were the only ones who could trample on someone's dignity,

and there was no way the others could do that to them.

Hence, they were not cautious enough when they did something evil.

"Is that so?" Luca pursed her lips and lifted her foot to examine her red and swollen ankle. She reckoned that her

ankle would be blistered from the scorching heat of the tea.

"No one saw anything. Did I hurt anyone? Well, how long would someone be detained for theft?" There was a smug

grin on Mrs. Jackson's face.

Susan stood beside her, smirking as she was pleased with Mrs. Jackson speaking up for her.

Luca looked straight into Mrs. Jackson's eyes and pointed at the corner of the garden. "I have only two pockets.

There's no evidence to prove that I took the necklace, unless Madam Crawford is going to shove the necklace into

my pocket now. But I doubt there's enough time for her to do that. So you can't file theft charges against me, but

I'm pretty sure you'll be charged for intentional assault."

"It's surprising to see how stubborn you are, trying to remain defiant until the bitter end. I can't believe that Luke

would choose a thief to be his mistress. The reputation of the Crawford family will be ruined if this gets out, right?"

Mrs. Jackman sneered without paying attention to what Luca was pointing at.

Mrs. Malcolm was the only one who looked at the corner that Luca was pointing at.

She saw the blinking green light of the surveillance camera and tugged at Mrs. Jackman's sleeves. Then, she said,

"Stop it." "What?" Mrs. Jackman turned back and glanced at her impatiently. "What's the fuss about?" It was not like

Luke was coming here.

"Mrs. Jackson, it's a surveillance camera, and it's still on," Mrs. Malcolm pointed at the surveillance camera, which

was facing the pavilion. Judging from the distance it was installed, it could clearly capture everything that happened

just now.

Mrs. Jackman's face immediately turned sour. She had chosen the backyard because Susan had said that there was

no one around and that they could do whatever they wanted without being seen.