23
~Bella's POV
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. "I went to see Mia at the hospital," I said, my voice steady despite the storm brewing in the room.
Clara narrowed her eyes, her cigarette dangling from her lips. "Convenient timing, don't you think? My money goes missing, and you're nowhere to be found."
My stomach twisted, but I stood my ground. "I don't know anything about your money, Clara. I've been at the hospital all day."
She took a step closer, her gaze piercing. "You expect me to believe that? You're desperate, Bella. Everyone knows it. What better way to solve your problems than to take what's mine?"
Her accusation hit me like a slap to the face, but I refused to back down. "I didn't take your money, Clara," I said firmly. "Believe whatever you want, but I'm telling you the truth."