Chapter 455

Evelyn Langley strode toward her computer.

Her room was equipped with high-definition surveillance cameras.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up the day's footage in seconds...

When she zoomed in, the furtive figure was unmistakably Margaret Roland's precious grandson.

Evelyn stormed downstairs, her face icy. In the living room, the elderly woman was engrossed in a TV show while the boy's parents lounged on the sofa—one munching an apple while scrolling through short videos, the other sprawled with legs crossed, gaming.

The brat was on tiptoe, trying to yank down another framed puzzle belonging to William Langley.

"Stop!" Evelyn lunged forward and snatched the artwork. "You went into my room? Where are the documents from my desk? Hand them over now, and we can forget this."

Her voice was glacial.

At six years old, the brat already knew how to manipulate situations.

Seeing Evelyn's steely glare, his eyes darted craftily—

"Waaah!" He suddenly wailed at the top of his lungs.

"Oh, my sweetheart! Who hurt you? Tell Mommy!"

"Daddy's here! Let's see who dares touch you!"

The phone-absorbed couple sprang up instantly.

The woman clutched the boy to her chest while the man stepped forward, fists clenched like a boxer.

They'd heard Evelyn the moment she spoke.

But they'd pretended not to, only "reacting" when the waterworks started.

"Evelyn, you're his elder! How dare you bully a child? Have you no shame?" The woman played victim first, glaring as if Evelyn had struck her son.

"I just want my belongings back." Evelyn's smile was razor-thin. "If that's bullying, you two must be experts."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The woman's voice sharpened. "You lose something and immediately blame my son?"

Hurried footsteps sounded from upstairs. William Langley and Victoria Langley rushed over.

"William! Your daughter accused my boy of theft. You'd better explain yourself!" The man, emboldened by seniority, addressed him by name.

William's expression darkened—a rare sight. "Uncle, must you jump to conclusions? You protect your child; I protect mine."

"Discipline is my prerogative, not yours." His tone shifted. "But I trust Evelyn doesn't make baseless accusations."

The man faltered. William had been tolerating their behavior for days—this sudden firmness caught him off guard.

Victoria wordlessly moved to shield her daughter.

Seeing this, the woman plopped onto the floor, slapping her thighs dramatically. "My son is an angel! So what if he took something? Just some stupid papers!"

"You rich people think you're so high and mighty! Picking on a child! Look how terrified he is—he's going to Harvard someday!"

Evelyn's lips curled. "Funny. I never mentioned papers."