Chapter 393

Although Alexander had not interacted much with Valeria, he believed she would not steal money as someone who had that bright, innocent look in her eyes. On the other hand, Gabriella was his daughter, a person who was born into privilege and raised with care. The idea of her stealing money was unthinkable to Alexander. He was sure there was some misunderstanding. Valeria smiled, a trace of irony flickering in her eyes. She dug her nails deeper into her palm, using the pain to anchor her in reality. Taking a seat on the couch, Valeria lowered her gaze and wondered if she was being too naive. After all, the man was Gabriella's father. He would never suspect his own daughter. Valeria believed Alexander was a man who could see right from wrong—someone who was cultured and composed. However, right and wrong meant nothing when it came to family. Alexander did not hate Valeria the way Gabriella hated her. Moreover, he did not think Valeria stole the money and framed Gabriella for it. Tha