Chapter 4

By the time Alexander and I rushed downstairs, the living room was in total chaos.

Patricia was sitting on the couch, her face dark with rage.

On the coffee table in front of her, the priceless emerald bracelet lay snapped clean in half.

Victoria stood off to the side, crying her eyes out like a damsel in distress.

"Mrs. Quinn, I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean to. I was only trying to get you some water, and my hand slipped," she sobbed.

Charles had his arm around her, comforting her nonstop, but he kept shooting resentful looks at…