My son-in-law, Thomas Clifford, frowned at me and said, "Fiona, this coat has always been stored in the closet in the second bedroom. You're the only one who has worn it in the past few days. No one else has touched it, so the money that was inside…"He didn't finish his sentence, but the accusation in his words was crystal clear.I looked at my daughter, Hannah Westfield, and waited for her input.I didn't expect her to stretch out her hand toward me."You took it, right? Hurry and hand the money over. Giselle didn't say she was going to punish you. You're just delaying everyone from having dinner by dragging things out."My heart felt hollow upon hearing Hannah's words.I had raised her for over two decades. I didn't expect her to pin the blame on me just because Thomas' mother, Giselle Johnson, was adamant that I was the one who stole her money, especially when she didn't have proof to back up her accusation."I didn't steal her money.""I was wondering why things in the hou
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