Nathaniel stood in silence, his expression grim, which left Isabella feeling utterly terrified.
Tears streaming down her face, Isabella looked at Nathaniel and pleaded, "Tell me what I did wrong, Nate. Whatever it is, I'll make it right!"
Nathaniel opened his hand to reveal the ring, his gaze dark and severe.
"You took this ring. Why didn't you admit it back then?"
A flash of memory crossed Nathaniel's mind—Eleanor, drunk that night, begging him in anguish. The sight of Isabella's tearful face now filled him with an intense sense of revulsion.
"I... I..." Isabella stammered, staring in shock at the ring that should have been in her bag.
"Nate, listen to me! That woman, Eleanor, must have secretly put it in my bag. She's trying to frame me and ruin what we have! I didn't steal it. You
