Meanwhile, Damien was already fed up. He stepped forward, his eyes openly hostile.
“If you think this house can’t accommodate you, then leave.”
“Anyway—” He sneered. “You don’t welcome Kelsey, and we don’t welcome you either.”
When I heard that, panic and helplessness surged violently in my chest.
I couldn’t just be convicted like this. I didn’t know whether my mom had been guilty or not, but something I never did, I would not take the blame for.
I pulled out my phone, forcing myself to stay calm.
“Damon. Damien. Please listen to me. I really didn’t touch her money.”
My voice came out rushed.
“I can show you my statements. Every expense I’ve ever made is recorded. I’ve never handled her allowance—not once—”
“Why is everyone just standing around?”
A deep, familiar masculine voice came from the doorway.
Tucker walked in, his assistant following behind him. He was carrying several bags of fresh groceries—clearly just back from the supermarket.
In that instant, I almost instinctively wanted to ask him for help.
But Kelsey was faster than I was.
The moment she saw him clearly, the smile on her face became blinding.
“Bro!”