Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love novel Chapter 141

While the housekeeper went to fetch Libby, Mikayla glanced at Carlos, who was arching an eyebrow, evidently pleased with her.

Turning away, Mikayla addressed the room, "I believe everyone is aware of this morning's incident. The painting Natasha gave me yesterday was found torn in half and thrown into the pond outside. And I became the scapegoat. Even if I were the jealous, crazed sister-in-law, I wouldn't be so foolish as to destroy the painting Natasha gave me right here in the Ludwig mansion and toss it into the pond. Isn't that blatantly announcing that I'm guilty? What would I gain from this? Would Carlos love me more because of such an act? Or would it just make everyone see me as malicious? There's no benefit for me in this!"

The others listened to Mikayla's reasoning, beginning to see the logic in her words.

"Besides, if I wanted to deal with the painting, I could have easily done so at home the next day. And if I truly wanted to destroy it, I could have done it without leaving any traces, ensuring none of you would find out," Mikayla added.

As Mikayla finished speaking, the housekeeper returned with Libby, who stood nearby Mikayla with her head lowered.

Everyone exchanged glances, finding merit in Mikayla's argument.

"Libby, do you want to explain, or should I?" Mikayla asked.

Libby looked up, her gaze flitting from Garrett and Selena to Mikayla, before briefly landing on Natasha and quickly moving away. In a trembling voice, she confessed, "It was me! Last night, while Ms. Ludwig was having an episode, I stole the painting from Mrs. Ludwig's room and threw it into the pond. I was afraid Mrs. Ludwig would scold me for accidentally bumping into her yesterday, so I wanted to take revenge."

Internally, Mikayla sneered. It seemed the Ludwig family treated their housekeepers exceptionally well if Libby was willing to take the fall for Natasha.

Selena looked shocked. "Libby..."

She couldn't believe that the housekeeper she had personally chosen, whom she found hardworking and simple, and who shared her surname, could harbor such intentions. She had even tried to persuade Libby to stay when the latter wanted to resign that very morning.

Whispers began to spread among the guests.

"How could someone as honest as Libby seek revenge?" a person asked.

"Didn't Mrs. Ludwig visit Libby's room this afternoon? Could it be..." someone else speculated.

The guests had speculations.

Through it all, Mikayla maintained a smile and stepped closer to Libby. "After you bumped into me yesterday, we had no further interaction. I had no intention of reprimanding you. Did you imagine this scenario, or did someone put this idea in your head?"

"No! No one did. It was me. I was just afraid!" Libby retreated a couple of steps out of fear.

Libby, naturally timid and inexperienced in such deceitful acts, was genuinely scared. Under Mikayla's relentless questioning, her mental defenses crumbled.

"Really? You seem timid and come from a rural background. How could you be cunning enough to know to leave through the secondary door in the room to avoid the house's cameras?" Mikayla's lips curved slightly. She turned to the housekeeper from earlier. "Please, check Libby's room again. There should be a large amount of cash or a valuable bank card."

"No, there's nothing! Mrs. Ludwig, you promised..." Libby's voice quivered with desperation.

"Promised what? Did I promise to let the mastermind go free if you took the blame?" Mikayla's voice was icy.

One sentence hit the nail on the head.

"Mikayla, what do you mean by that? Are you suggesting I gave my card to Libby and instructed her to do this?" Natasha's eyes filled with tears, spilling over almost instantly.

Mikayla thought, 'She is wasting her talent by not pursuing acting. Her tears flow faster than some of the young actors these days.'

She smiled gently. "I didn't say that. You did."

"Impossible. Natasha is such a good girl, Mikayla. How could she do such things?" Selena comforted Natasha, wiping her tears and calming her down.

She couldn't believe Natasha was capable of such acts.

"Mikayla, you just want me to admit I did it. Fine, I admit it!" Natasha cried harder, her trembling hands clutching her chest as her breathing grew erratic.