Chapter 111 Wren Stole a Jackfruit
After speaking, he walked towards the elevator.
Alaina rolled her eyes at Caroline and followed him with a stiff face.
At the apartment door, Edwin pressed his fingerprint to the lock and the door clicked open.
There wasn’t a hole in the ceiling. But there was definitely something else going on.
Wren and Ruth were frozen on the couch, both holding large chunks of jackfruit, staring at the pair in stunned silence.
Edwin stepped inside but didn’t question them right away. Instead, he turned to Caroline.
“You said there was a hole in the ceiling. Where is it?”
Caroline was already prepared. She lifted her hands casually and said, “How would I know? I ran into a neighbor downstairs who said he saw the unit above us accidentally drill through their floor while doing renovations. I figured that meant our ceiling must’ve gotten hit. It sounded serious, so I called you right away without checking first.”
Edwin didn’t question it. He’d been panicking the entire ride home, already picturing cracked plaster, collapsed drywall–repairs that would ruin the resale value of the property.
He let out a heavy sigh of relief. The imaginary weight crushing his chest finally lifted.
With the ceiling panic out of the way, his attention turned toward the two frozen figures still clinging to their fruit like they’d been caught stealing from a bank.
He narrowed his eyes.
“Wren, did you buy jackfruit?”
Wren went pale. She quickly set the rest of her piece down on the table and forced a thin smile. “Ruth dropped by and brought it with her. She wanted to share.”
Ruth immediately jumped in, nodding. “Yeah. I saw they were on sale. Thought I’d grab one and bring it over for my mom.”
Before anyone could respond, Caroline let out a laugh,
“How thoughtful of you. But if you bought a whole jackfruit, why does it look like there’s only half of one
here?”
Ruth’s expression faltered. Her voice stumbled.
“I mean… we ate the other half … and tossed,the shells. What’s the big deal?”
“Oh really?” Caroline said, strolling over to the coffee table. She crouched down and started piecing the spiky shells together like a puzzle.
“Huh. This half looks really familiar. Hey, Liam, Alaina doesn’t this look like the half Liam accused me of stealing yesterday?”
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Chapter 117 Wren Stole a Jackfruit
18 Pearls
Truth be told, Caroline Fad never even seen the Jackfruit until this moment. If Liam hadn’t falsely accused her the night before, she wouldn’t have known anyone had even bought one.
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