Revenge for My Dead Daughter

I had contacted many agents, but there was still no nanny to work with.

Because of the epidemic a few years ago, everyone paid more and more attention to reunion. Some of them would rather not make money than stay in their hometown during the Christmas.

The rehearsal for the Christmas Gala took a lot of time. At Frank's insistence, I acquiesced in Bonnie's temporary replacement of Ms. Dale.

Those huge suitcases appeared in my storage room again.

Along with the crying of Ms. Dale's grandson.

I made an agreement with Frank that he had to find time to stay at home every day. At least one of us would stay with Mia.

Out of caution, I also asked Bonnie to stay in my RV until the end of the work on the day of the Christmas Gala.

For my job, Frank had no choice but to agree.

The next day, Bonnie came back with Mia.

Bonnie got started quickly and had a good interaction with Mia.

It was just that occasionally, her child-raising concepts couldn't keep up with the modern rhythm.

Ms. Dale's foot was injured, so Bonnie was responsible for cooking at home.

Frank always joked that it was a good deal to spend one person's money with two people working.

He fulfilled his promise to me and took more care of Mia. He spent more and more time with her every day.

From time to time, laughter could be heard from home. It was peaceful.

But I didn't dare to relax.

It was getting closer to the Christmas Gala. Every time I thought of it, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest and I couldn't breathe.

Since I was working at home today, I sat at the desk and stretched.

I went to the cloakroom to check the dresses and jewelry for the Christmas Gala. As soon as I opened the cabinet, I found that the box containing the jewelry had been moved.

I had always been obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had my own way of arranging jewelry, and even Frank did not know it.

Because of privacy, there was no surveillance camera installed in the cloakroom.

I counted and found that no jewelry was missing, but two bracelets and one ring were placed in the opposite direction.

"Bonnie."

"Mrs. Jones, what's wrong?"

Bonnie was cleaning the living room with sweat on her forehead.

"You touched my jewelry box?"

Ms. Dale had been at my place for two years. She only went in to clean up when I was around. I trusted her.

She was the only suspect.

As soon as I finished speaking, there was an awkward silence.

"What's wrong?"

Frank followed him in with Mia in his arms, along with Ms. Dale and Andy.

Seeing that there was something wrong with my expression, she winked at me.

"I'm, I'm sorry, Mrs. Jones. I wanted to wipe the cabinet for you, but I accidentally broke the box... I, I didn't mean to..."

She looked nervously at the floor, her knuckles turning white as she tugged at the rag.

Ms. Dale heard the news and came over, saying, "Bonnie didn't do it on purpose and she doesn't know the rules. I'll teach her later. I'm really sorry!"

"Honey, I don't think Bonnie did it on purpose. Forget it."

Frank was afraid that I would get angry, so he closed the case first.

Andy, who was in her arms, looked at the sparkling diamond bracelet on my wrist and his eyes lit up.

The black hand wiped away the snot on its face and snatched it from me.

"It was my mom's..."

Bonnie's face changed and she quickly hugged Andy.

"Mrs. Jones, I'm sorry! I won't do it again."

"I don't like people touching the things in this room. Don't come in."

"Yes! Thank you, Madam!"

Since there was nothing wrong with the jewelry, I didn't intend to look into it.

I didn't care about this incident.

In less than five days, the Christmas Gala would begin.

I rehearsed from morning to afternoon. I had just finished my work.

"Stella, look, someone stole your picture."