Chapter 62

That's why she froze the moment she saw the necklace earlier. Wasn't this the piece she designed herself? The closer she looked, the more obvious it became—it was a knockoff. Dynlor Studio's pieces were always in high demand, loved by the upper crust. Naturally, fakes were everywhere. And this one? It was such a well-made copy it almost tricked even her. Nicholas noticed her reaction and stepped in to back his wife right away. If Clara said it was fake, then it was fake. Even if it were real, he'd still call it out—no way he'd let his wife get played. "Mrs. Bennett, if you didn't genuinely want to give something to Clara, you could've just skipped it. No one's forcing you. But bringing a fake necklace to fool her? Just because she's from out of town doesn't mean you get to push her around like this. Dad, don't you think so?" He turned to Patrick Evans. Patrick hadn't expected things to unfold like this. He shot a sharp look at Isabella Thompson. "What's going on here?" Isabella gritted