Chapter 2 - THE WOMAN WHO NEVER LEFT THE ESTATE
The police arrived within fifteen minutes.
Victoria called her father before officers reached the gate.
Gideon Vale was one of the most powerful attorneys in the state.
His firm represented banks, politicians, and several members of the Blackwood board.
He also handled Arthur and Victoria’s prenuptial agreement.
By the time Detective Sarah Collins entered the mansion, three Vale attorneys were already waiting inside the library.
Victoria sat between them.
Her cheek remained red.
She had changed from the green dress into a cream suit.
The transformation was deliberate.
The furious woman from the foyer had become a composed wife surrounded by counsel.
Arthur remained beside Maya and Noah.
Detective Collins examined the marks on both children.
She photographed Maya’s swollen cheek.
Then Noah’s cracked glasses.
“Who struck first?” she asked.
Victoria’s attorney answered.
“My client acted after a theft and a physical threat.”
Collins looked at him.
“I asked the children.”
Maya swallowed.
“Mrs. Victoria slapped me.”
“Why?”
“I told her I would not put the bracelet in my apron.”
“Did you see her place it there?”
“Yes.”
“What happened next?”
“Noah came in.”
“He said he heard me crying.”
“She hit him too.”
Noah nodded.
“I told her Maya didn’t steal.”
Victoria’s attorney leaned forward.
“The boy has a history of imagination.”
Arthur’s head turned sharply.
“No.”
“He has a history of telling the truth quietly while adults speak over him.”
Detective Collins collected Maya’s phone.
The recording was sent to a forensic technician.
Victoria claimed the voice had been edited.
Maya revealed another detail.
Her mother’s phone automatically copied recordings into a cloud account.
Elena had created the account under a false name.
Only Maya knew the password.
“Why did your mother expect trouble?” Collins asked.
Maya looked toward Arthur.
“She found something in Mrs. Victoria’s office.”
“What?”
“A second deed for this property.”
Arthur frowned.
“Blackwood Manor is held in my family trust.”
Maya shook her head.
“My mother said someone changed the land records.”
Arthur remembered Elena approaching him six months earlier.
He had been preparing for a flight to Singapore.
She asked whether they could speak privately.
Victoria interrupted.
She said the kitchen staff needed Elena immediately.
Arthur promised they would talk when he returned.
Elena died before he came home.
Her car left the road during heavy rain.
Police called it an accident.
Arthur had attended the funeral.
Paid for the burial.
Moved her children into the staff cottage.
Then returned to work.
He had never asked what Elena wanted to tell him.
Detective Collins noticed the change in his face.
“How did their mother die?”
“Car accident.”
“When?”
“Six months ago.”
“Who handled the insurance claim?”
Arthur looked toward the Vale attorneys.
“Gideon Vale’s firm.”
Victoria stood.
“This is insane.”
“You are turning a household discipline issue into a conspiracy.”
Collins faced her.
“A child recorded you referencing her mother’s death.”
“I referenced her mother’s behavior.”
“She was a thief.”
Maya’s eyes filled with tears.
“My mother never stole.”
Victoria smiled coldly.
“She stole documents.”
Arthur stepped forward.
The attorneys rose.
Victoria realized what she had admitted.
Detective Collins spoke quietly.
“What documents?”
Victoria said nothing.
Outside the library, an officer called Collins into the hallway.
A search of Victoria’s dressing room had uncovered the missing bracelet inside a jewelry box.
The bracelet found in Maya’s apron was a replica.
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Victoria had ordered it online three weeks earlier.
The accusation had been planned.
