Chapter 121
After seeing what was under Sabrina's foot, Charlotte's pupils suddenly contracted: "The brooch!"
"Sabrina, what exactly are you trying to do? Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"
Sabrina smiled and patted her chest, pretending to be scared: "Oh, I'm so scared."
"But when I came in just now, it was already thrown on the ground. I stepped on it by accident."
Charlotte's eyes turned red with anger, and she made a move to rush forward and snatch the brooch back.
But Sabrina waved her hand: "Don't move. If you scare me and I accidentally step down, this brooch will be crushed."
"And go ahead, call the police."
"But I can't guarantee whether they'll arrive faster, or whether this brooch will break faster."
"Sabrina, don't go too far!" Charlotte clenched her fists tightly.
Sabrina paid no attention to her and continued talking to herself: "What should I do? My foot is getting tired, I can't lift it anymore."
"Whatever, if it breaks, it breaks. At worst, I'll just have Alexander pay some money to Mr. Walker."
As she spoke, her heel was about to press down on the brooch.
"Don't!" Charlotte couldn't hold back anymore and blurted out.
Sabrina paused, raising her eyebrows at Charlotte triumphantly: "I didn't hear you clearly. What did you say?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her heel suddenly dropped a bit lower.
Charlotte watched with splitting eyes: "I'm begging you! Don't step on it!"
Sabrina tilted her head, looking at Charlotte smugly from the corner of her eye: "Charlotte, when you beg someone, you need to show sincerity."
Charlotte clenched her hands tightly: "Sabrina!"
Sabrina glanced at Charlotte proudly: "Slap yourself, and I'll give you the brooch back. Otherwise, I'm stepping down."
The heel dropped another inch.
Seeing the sharp heel about to touch the brooch, Charlotte felt a pain in her chest: "Don't!"
Sabrina pouted, looking completely innocent: "Then hurry up and slap yourself. You know I've never been very patient."
Charlotte almost bit her lip until it bled.
But this was a piece Lynn had left behind.
Once this is destroyed, there would be no one left.
"Fine, I'll do it."
Charlotte gritted her teeth, her eyes red, raised her hand, and slapped herself hard.
Watching the red mark appear on Charlotte's face, Sabrina's eyes were full of gloating laughter.
She even took out her phone and started recording Charlotte: "Charlotte, I'll record this moment for you and take it out to enjoy slowly when I have time."
Another slap.
Charlotte's face was burning, but she didn't feel the pain at all because all her attention was on that brooch.
"Sabrina, you should give me the brooch now."
Watching Charlotte's pathetic state as she slapped herself, Sabrina felt extremely pleased.
"It's just a broken brooch..."
Sabrina deliberately drew out her words. Looking at Charlotte's swollen face, she slowly moved her shoe away: "Come pick it up."
But just as she finished speaking, she suddenly opened her mouth and spat directly onto the brooch.
"Sabrina!" Charlotte's eyes turned bloodshot. Gritting her teeth, she was about to rush forward and snatch the brooch back.
"Mommy?"
Owen?
Sure enough, Owen walked in excitedly: "Sabrina! I finally found you."
Seeing Owen, Charlotte involuntarily stopped.
Although her heart had long grown cold, that didn't mean she wanted Owen to see her looking fierce and aggressive.
On the other side, Sabrina's eyes suddenly shifted. She stepped back and opened her arms to Owen: "Owen, come over here to me."
Seeing Charlotte present, Owen hesitated at first, but he quickly remembered Charlotte's gentleness and care when looking after Philip earlier, and his heart immediately filled with jealousy.
So he raised his head and deliberately rushed toward Sabrina with a joyful expression: "Sabrina!"
Watching Owen rush over, Charlotte suddenly saw Sabrina flash her a smile.
The smile was very strange, seeming both triumphant and like the showing off of someone whose conspiracy had succeeded.
Charlotte suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly tried to stop him: "Owen!"
But it was too late. Owen swept past her and threw himself straight into Sabrina's arms.
But just as Owen threw himself into Sabrina's arms, there was suddenly a clear cracking sound.
Looking at the brooch shattered into pieces under Owen's feet, Charlotte's eyes instantly turned red.
And Sabrina was still covering her mouth in shock beside them: "I'm sorry, Charlotte. Owen didn't mean to."
Looking at her deliberately feigned regret, Charlotte felt as if her heart had just been stabbed hard with a knife.
Sabrina did it on purpose.
She closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she had already pulled out her phone with a determined look: "I'm calling the police right now. You better wait for them."
"Owen is your son. You can't call the police."
Sabrina was about to rush forward to stop her when an elderly voice suddenly came from the doorway: "What are you all doing?"
Maurice had arrived!
It turned out that a guest had just said they wanted to see Maurice's collection, and in high spirits, Maurice had personally led everyone over.
He didn't expect to walk in and see Charlotte and Sabrina at daggers drawn.
Seeing Maurice, Charlotte glared at Sabrina, then walked straight toward Maurice.
On the other side, after an initial moment of panic, Sabrina quickly calmed down.
After glaring hatefully at Charlotte's back, she quickly pulled Owen to her side and lowered her voice: "Owen, do you want to get revenge for the kindergarten competition?"
Owen blinked: "Revenge?"
Sabrina coaxed him: "Yes, Charlotte won by cheating, and she helped Philip to bully you."
"So we need to teach her a lesson. That way, she won't dare bully us anymore."
Owen nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
Sabrina patted his head: "You're such a good boy."
By this time, Charlotte had already approached Maurice. Just as she was about to explain what happened, a shout suddenly came from behind: "Charlotte! How can you face Mr. Walker doing this?"
Charlotte stopped in her tracks.
What was Sabrina trying to do? Was she trying to frame her again?
While she was thinking, Sabrina had already caught up with Owen, and she was actually holding the brooch that had just been crushed.
"Mr. Walker, Charlotte and I just came to see your collection."
"But I didn't expect that after Charlotte saw her mother Lynn's work, she suddenly got upset, saying something about not being able to see it clearly through the case. She insisted on taking the brooch out to look at it."
"No matter how I tried to persuade her, she wouldn't listen."
"Then just now, her hand slipped and the brooch fell on the ground and broke."
As she spoke, Sabrina opened her hand with full regret: "Mr. Walker, look."
Maurice's heart trembled. He stepped forward urgently, shocked: "This really is the brooch Lynn designed!"
He suddenly turned around and stared at Charlotte: "Charlotte, what's going on?"
Looking at Sabrina's fake performance, Charlotte was almost amused by her anger: "Sabrina, you clearly stepped on and broke the brooch, and now you want to blame it on me?"
Maurice was confused now. He looked at one, then the other, unable to tell who was lying.
But Maurice's heart still favored Charlotte, so he waved at Charlotte: "Charlotte, what exactly happened? Explain it clearly."
Charlotte opened her mouth, but before she could speak, tears suddenly welled up in Sabrina's eyes.
"Charlotte, how can you do this?"
"I know you've always missed Lynn very much, and even wanted to keep all of Lynn's works by your side."
"You also said that looking at Lynn's work is like having her by your side."
"But no matter how deep your feelings for Lynn are, you can't break the brooch and then refuse to admit it."