So... where's her silver jewelry?

"Dad." Bella stopped Charlie and tried to look as natural as possible, "You... have you seen the silver jewelry I'm wearing? It's silver, very chic, like a

Mark or something." She lied and said the silver jewelry was hers.

"No." Charlie shook his head, "Did Renee give it to you?"

"No, it's not." Bella shook her head in frustration and gritted her teeth, "No, I bought it myself."

"Oh, if you lose it, just throw it away. I'll buy you another one." Charlie didn't care. "By the way, I will call Renee on your behalf."

"What - you told her?" Bella felt deeply powerless, "Oh my god, she might go crazy."

Charlie was silent, just handling the food, but his cheeks turned red.

Bella lay on the bed, frowning tightly.

Who took the silver jewelry? But it doesn’t matter who it is. What’s important is why Ans Ayre’s silver jewelry was there—did he stop the rampaging truck for her? Just use a silver jewelry? No, this

Absolutely impossible.

So...why is his silver jewelry there?

Bella was confused by her own thoughts.

She must figure this out. Even asking Ansel directly would be better than the current predicament.
Chapter completed!