Chapter 238
Sophia Sullivan walked briskly into the room.
She opened her laptop.
The surveillance camera in the corner silently recorded everything.
She pulled up the day's footage.
The clear image showed a small figure sneaking into the room.
It was Great-Aunt Deborah's precious grandson, Wayne.
Sophia closed her laptop and went downstairs.
The elderly woman was engrossed in watching television.
The child's parents were sprawled on the sofa, munching on fruit and scrolling through their phones.
The brat was on his tiptoes, about to pull down another framed puzzle.
Sophia moved swiftly to stop him.
"You were in my room."
"Where are the documents from the desk?"
"Return them. Now."
Her voice was icy cold.
The child shrank back in fear.
His eyes darted around before he suddenly burst into loud, fake tears.
"Why is my baby crying?"
"Who hurt you? Tell Mommy!"
The phone-obsessed couple instantly sprang up.
The woman scooped up her child.
The man clenched his fists and glared at Sophia.
They had heard the commotion but chose to ignore it.
They only intervened when the child cried, immediately taking his side.
"Wayne is your elder!"
"How dare you, an adult, bully a child?"
The woman stroked her son's head tenderly.
But her eyes shot daggers at Sophia.
"I just asked him to return something."
"Is that bullying?"
"You must bully others quite often yourselves."
Sophia's expression remained neutral.
"You lost something and immediately blame my son?"
"On what grounds!"
The woman shrieked in rebuttal.
David Sullivan and Isabella Sullivan arrived upon hearing the noise.
"David, you came just in time!"
"Your daughter is accusing my son of theft!"
"You must give us an explanation today!"
The man puffed up with self-importance, relying on his senior status.
David's face darkened instantly.
"The matter isn't clear yet."
"How do you know it's a false accusation?"
"I know my daughter."
"She doesn't make baseless accusations."
The man was stunned into silence.
Isabella quietly moved to shield her daughter.
Seeing this, the woman sat down on the floor and began to wail.
"My son is the best behaved boy!"
"So what if he took something?"
"It's just a few pieces of paper!"
"Can you afford to compensate for scaring my son like this?"
Sophia raised an eyebrow with a cold laugh.
"I never said it was paper."
The woman's expression froze.
David quickly spoke up.
"Those are important documents!"
"Sophia never falsely accuses anyone!"
"Return the items immediately!"
The woman jutted out her chin defiantly.
"Her word means nothing!"
"I said we won't return it, so we won't!"
Sophia directly took out her phone and called the police.
The woman snorted in disdain.
The police wouldn't bother with a few pieces of paper.
Half an hour later, four police officers arrived.
"Who called?"
The woman rushed forward first.
"Officers, it's a misunderstanding!"
"The children were playing and lost a few papers!"
"We can handle this ourselves!"
Sophia stepped forward.
"I called the police."
She handed over a USB drive and her student ID.
"This is the surveillance footage."
"I am a graduate student at MIT."
"The missing items are experimental data."
"They involve academic secrets."
She bowed solemnly.
"Please retrieve the materials."
The officers' expressions immediately turned serious.
MIT graduate student.
Biology major.
Experimental data.
The combination of these words signaled something significant.
"Don't worry, Miss Sullivan."
"We will recover the confidential files."
The woman was completely dumbfounded.
How did a few pieces of paper become confidential?
Panic set in, but she remained stubborn.
Great-Aunt Deborah suddenly rushed over.
She raised her hand and slapped her grandson hard.
Smack!