The Resurrection of the Humiliated Son-in-law
43
After the police left the Grason family residence, Mrs Grason sat with her daughter in the living room.
Diandra looked at her mother and said, "they asked me for almost 30 minutes, Do you think I stole the jewelry?"
Mrs Grason stared at her daughter and she could see her daughter's annoyance so Mrs Grason said, "they did that just to find out exactly where the mother's jewelry was. But I hope tomorrow they've brought the fingerprints to find out who stole the mother's jewelry!!"
Diandra immediately glared her eyes at her mother, "fingerprints?" Diandra asked with anxious feelings covering her heart.
"Yes, they took the fingerprints on the safe and also the keys to the safe, as well as some places in the mother's secret room. After all, the only ones who knew the secret room were a few people, and the only ones who entered the secret room were your father and the butler. So if there are fingerprints of other people besides the 3 people, then it is certain that the owner of the fingerprint is the one who stole the mother's jewelry!!" Madam Grason said instantly made Diandra look her eyes out.
"That, you think so? But yesterday I went into my mother's secret room to pick up the earrings I gave my mother back." Said Diandra with strong hand tasting the end of her dress.
"You goin' in there? Didn't mom tell you to ask the butler for help?" Ask Mrs Grason.
Diandra quickly shook her head, "yes, it was so at first, but then I changed my mind" Diandra said.
"Yes, you don't have to worry, and it's Karin's fingerprints that will be found there, anyway," ms. Grason said as she stood up, and the woman left her daughter to rest in her room.
While Diandra was watching her mother's departure, she now bit her lower lip in her anxious feelings, 'How is this?' diandra said in a heart that currently felt her entire body turn cold, even her hands felt colder than the temperature inside the refrigerator.
The woman shakily took her cell phone and she quickly ran to her room and locked the door.
After that, Diandra then moves his finger over the screen of his phone until he finds a contact for him to contact.
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"What's wrong?" Ask a woman from across the phone in a loud voice.
"I want to talk about the jewelry I gave you yesterday for sale" Diandra said.
"Talk about it later, I'm with my girlfriend!!" The grumbling of the woman from across the phone before the phone call ended made Diandra feel even more anxious.
"This woman is crazy!!" Geram Diandra again pressed the call button on her friend.
But at that time you were just an operator who answered him until Diandra threw his phone on the bed.
"How dare he disable his phone?!!" Shouted Diandra with such an anxious feeling, he was at a loss of what to do.
The woman was pacing around in the news while biting her lower lip and the red mesramas to the 10th finger.
A few moments later Diandra again picked up the phone lying on the bed and the woman took the internet search page.
"How to remove someone's fingerprint," Diandra told the search engine.
*Next to several ways to remove a person's fingerprint,* the operator answers the Miranda question until Miranda quickly reads the article displayed on her phone screen.
"True, I will use this excuse later," said Diandra who now feels more relieved even though she is still somewhat anxious that the police may continue to hunt this case until they find the jewelry.
