Emily Collins immediately grasped Viola Harris's hand when she heard she was twenty-one years old, her voice trembling as she asked, "This necklace, have you had it with you since you were little?"
The question was somewhat strange.
Viola frowned slightly, and before she could respond, Wendy Jones interjected, "Mom, you really have a sense of humor. This necklace belongs to our Molly, not hers. How could she have had it since she was little? She must have found it somewhere."
As she spoke, her gaze towards Viola was piercing, yet her mouth wore a smile, "You should think carefully about where you found this necklace, and don't think about deceiving us with any wicked ideas."
Her words contained a warning, as well as certain implications.
Viola might sometimes be careless, but she wasn't stupid. She could tell that this sharp-tongued middle-aged woman harbored some kind of fear regarding the necklace's origins.
