Semua Bab Pregnant And Abandoned, I Returned As A Hidden Heiress: Bab 71 - Bab 80

ISABEL'S POV Alright, so I tried her birthday and that didn’t work. That was my first error, and now I only have two trials left. Two chances. I can’t afford to mess them up. If her birthday didn’t work, then the next logical thing should be Dad’s birthday. After all, he was the one who gave her the necklace in the first place. If anyone’s birthday would be important enough to use as a password, it would be his. I slowly raised my hand to the keypad, my fingers hovering for a brief second before pressing the first number. I punched the numbers in carefully, making sure I didn’t miss anything. Each tap echoed loudly in my ears, even though the room itself was quiet. I waited. I waited for that familiar little tick, then the soft click, then the green light that would tell me I was in. Instead, a small sharp buzzer sounded, followed immediately by a red light flashing back at me. Wrong. My heart dropped. “Wrong again?” I whispered, more shocked than angry this time. I stared a

ANNA'S POV Something is wrong? Since the first day I met Dan, this was the first time he had ever sent me a message like that. For him to text me something so vague and unsettling made my chest tighten almost immediately. I hovered over the keyboard for a second, thinking of asking him what exactly was wrong, but he had already told me to come home. If it was important enough to pull me out of work, then I would find out everything once I got there. I just hoped everyone was okay. “Is there a problem?” Ryan asked, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. He had clearly noticed the way my expression changed when I read the message. “No problem,” I said, even though my heart didn’t quite agree, “but I need to head back home.” “Home? Already?” he asked, surprise flickering across his face. “Yes,” I replied as I stood up from my chair. “Dan just told me I’m needed back. It’s important.” I reached for my purse, my movements quicker than usual. My mind was already miles away from t

ANNA'S POV “I don’t understand what you mean, check every other place like where?” my dad asked, his brows pulled together as he looked at Isabel. The confusion on his face mirrored the look everyone else had, including me. “I mean, you already told the estate security to lock everywhere down,” Isabel said calmly, her voice smooth, almost too composed for the tension in the room. “The necklace is still in this house. We’ve checked the maids’ quarters and it’s not there, which means it wasn’t taken by them.” “And do you know the person who took it?” my dad asked sharply, his grip tightening around the shotgun. “Of course not,” Isabel replied quickly. “You know how highly this family values that necklace. If I had seen whoever took it, I would’ve given them a solid beating myself before handing them over to the police. But since we don’t know who did it, the next best thing is to find the necklace. Even if we don’t find the thief, recovering it is what matters most.” My dad went si

ANNA'S POV The room went quiet after Dan spoke. No one said a word for a few seconds, and that silence felt heavier than all the accusations thrown around moments ago. My dad stood there with the necklace clenched in his hand, staring at it like it had personally betrayed him. My mom sat down on my bed slowly, her hands shaking as she rested them on her lap. Isabel stood still, arms crossed, her face unreadable. Ryan was beside me, close enough that I could feel his presence, steady and grounding, but even that didn’t calm the storm building in the room. “This conversation isn’t happening here,” my dad finally said. His voice was low, controlled, but it carried authority. The kind that didn’t invite arguments. “Everyone,” he continued, “we’re going to the sitting room. Only family.” The guards immediately stepped back. The maids, who were still standing stiffly by the wall, looked relieved and terrified at the same time. One by one, they were dismissed, told to return to their

ANNA'S POV I still didn’t fully understand what happened yesterday, or how that necklace ended up under my bed, but one thing I knew for sure was that yesterday had been one of the worst days I had ever experienced in this house. And the painful part was that I genuinely loved this house. It now feels like home, a place where I finally belonged, and watching everything almost crumble in a single day hurt more than I expected. Even though a part of me suspected Isabel was behind it, I couldn’t point fingers recklessly. Accusing her without solid proof would only make things worse for me. It would make me look desperate, defensive, and guilty. Until I had clear evidence that she was the one who tried to frame me, I had to keep quiet and tread carefully. Throughout yesterday, I was angry with myself. Angry for reasons I couldn’t even fully explain. Even though I wasn’t the one who took the necklace, for the first time since I stepped foot into this house, my mom looked at me in a way