448.Chapter 448
448.Chapter 448
“Who stole your money?” Benedict frowned slightly at the question.
Dylan raised his hand and pointed toward Sophie. “Her! She’s the one who took the box of money I had hidden under my bed!”
Sophie, her face streaked with blood, looked both hurt and indignant. “Father, Benedict, don’t listen to Dylan’s nonsense!! didn’t steal his money! If you don’t believe me, ask Matthew. He can vouch for me!”
“Where’s Matthew?” Gabriel asked, his tone calm but firm.
“Here! I’m right here!” Matthew’s voice rang out as he stepped into the courtyard. Matthew arrived just in time. As soon as Gabriel called for him, he came rushing back from outside.
He stood there catching his breath for a moment before saying, “I… I can vouch for Sophie. She didn’t steal it.”
“If Sophie didn’t take it, then Dylan is lying?” Gabriel’s cold gaze shifted to Dylan.
Matthew quickly added, “No, Dylan’s money was definitely stolen.”
Otherwise, Dylan wouldn’t be this upset.
Besides, Dylan had already planned to let them stay and was even preparing to build two rooms for him and Sophie. They didn’t expect that something like this happened the very next day.
Matthew didn’t believe Sophie would steal the money, but he also couldn’t imagine Dylan making up such an accusation without reason.
So, Dylan’s money must have been stolen.
But as for who the thief was, that was still a mystery.
Matthew turned to Dylan. “Dylan, take a deep breath and think about it. Could someone else have taken your money?” Dylan let out a cold laugh. “I’m perfectly calm. And as for your theory about someone else stealing it? That’s not even remotely possible.
“My place is in the middle of nowhere. Other than the Holy Cross Monastery and Saint Grace Nunnery up in the mountains, there’s not a single soul within a mile. So tell me, who could’ve stolen it?
“Besides, my money was still there before you all came looking for me. But the moment I stepped out and came back, you were gone, and so was my money. If it wasn’t you, then who else could it be?”
Dylan exclaimed, “And this!”
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and unfolded it, revealing a string of copper coins,the very same ones Sophie had given him.
“These are the coins you gave me, aren’t they?” Dylan demanded, his gaze fixed on Sophie.
Sophie bit her lip, glanced at Matthew, and then nodded hesitantly. “Yes, I gave them to you… but they’re just leftover from buying flower seeds.”
Dylan’s voice shot up, cutting her off. His eyes burned with anger as he shouted, “Liar! Leftover from buying flower seeds? Did you buy those seeds from a lumber yard?”
He handed the string of coins to Benedict. “Benedict, take a look. These coins still have traces of wood pulp stuck to them. I earned these by chopping trees for the villagers. Only the coins they paid me with would have these marks.”
Out of the entire string, only several coins bore these wood pulp traces.
The marks weren’t obvious at first because they had dried out, which was why Dylan hadn’t noticed them until yesterday.
It wasn’t until last night that he realized these coins were his wages from chopping wood!
“Alright, let me see.” Benedict took the string of coins and inspected them. Sure enough, the marks were exactly as Dylan had described.
After examining the coins, Benedict’s gaze shifted back to Sophie. He studied her intently, and for a brief moment, a flicker of panic flashed in her eyes.
The panic in her eyes was fleeting, but Benedict caught it all the same.
By this point, the answer was already clear.
Benedict’s voice was calm as he asked, “Sophie, where’s the money?”
Sophie’s eyes widened like a startled deer, and she shook her head frantically. “It wasn’t me, Benedict! I swear, I didn’t steal
it!”
Tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she wailed, “Father, Matthew, you have to believe me! I didn’t take Dylan’s money!”
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448.Chapter 448
Dylan clenched his fists, his voice trembling with anger. “I must’ve been blind to ever treat you like family. And what did you do in return?
“You bullied Eliza, lied to me, stole my money, and even had the audacity to dig up my mother’s grave! She was my mother, Sophie! How could you do something so heartless?”
Matthew immediately stepped in to defend Sophie. “Dylan, stop making things up! Sophie already explained this! It wasn’t her. It was her subordinates…”
“I heard it myself! She admitted it with her own mouth!” Dylan cut Matthew off sharply, his tone leaving no room for
argument.
Sophie stared at Dylan, a sinking feeling of dread creeping into her heart.
Sure enough, Dylan’s next words came with a cold, mocking smile. “That day outside the Moonshade Pavilion, your men brought Mother’s remains to trade with Eliza. You thought only your people and Eliza’s were there, didn’t you?
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