Clara's heart sank little by little, sinking into a bottomless ice cellar.
She did not struggle or defend herself.
Explaining is useless; it will only lead to more humiliation.
She looked at Liam, a faint, mocking smile slowly curving her lips: "Go ahead and search."
Her voice was soft, yet icy, "Search my suitcase, search my room. If you find anything, I'm out of here. If you don't, apologize to me."
Liam was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to say that.
He grabbed Clara's wrist, led her to the suitcase, and roughly dumped everything out. Clothes, books, and design drafts were scattered all over the floor, but the necklace was nowhere to be seen.
He rushed into Clara's room again, searching high and low, but still found nothing.
Vanessa's face gradually turned pale.
Seeing that she was about to be exposed, she immediately ran over, grabbed Liam's arm, and said softly, "It's okay, Liam, maybe I remembered wrong, or maybe I accidentally left it at the company. Don't make things difficult for your sister, she didn't do it on purpose."
To Liam, these words sounded like magnanimity and kindness.
But to Clara, it sounded even worse than being directly insulted.
This is blatant mockery.