The next morning, Jessie wet the bed.

Her small body trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She clutched my sleeve and whimpered, “Mom, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even drink milk last night—I don’t know why this happened!”

I gently pulled her into my arms, stroking her back. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t be scared.”

The moment Elsa found out, she frowned in clear annoyance. “She’s almost four years old and still wetting the bed? What a hassle.”

As she yanked the sheets off the bed, she shot Jessie a sharp glare.

Jessie flinched, shrinking into me, her tiny fingers gripping my shirt.

I turned to Elsa, my gaze cold. “Aunt Elsa, you have a grandson, don’t you? His name is Jack. He goes to the same kindergarten as Jessie, right?”

Elsa stiffened, her expression momentarily blank. Then, as if realizing what she had just admitted, her face darkened. “How… how did you know?”

I crossed my arms and continued, my tone calm but laced with steel. “The elite kindergarten Jessie attends has a steep tuition fee. Your daughter must be well-off to afford it. So tell me, Aunt Elsa—if she’s so rich, why are you working as a nanny?”

Elsa’s expression faltered. She forced a tight smile. “I’ve worked all my life. Sitting at home doing nothing just isn’t for me.”

I held her gaze for a long moment before saying nothing more.

Today was the weekend, so I took Jessie to the newly opened Capybara Theme Park.

On the way there, I called the police.

Elsa’s abuse and threats toward Jessie were unforgivable. But even if I set that aside, the fact that she had stolen from my home was enough to put her behind bars for years.

At the amusement park, Jessie ran from one attraction to another, her laughter bright and unrestrained. Watching the pure joy on her face, I felt my heart soften.

My sweet baby girl. No one will ever hurt you again. I’ll make sure of it.

While Jessie was happily riding the carousel, my phone rang. It was my secretary.

“Ms. Miller, I wanted to update you on a few company matters,” she began.

I cut her off. “I’m at the amusement park with my daughter today. Work matters from the branch can wait.”

There was a brief silence before she replied, “Understood, Ms. Miller. But there’s something urgent—our financial director found discrepancies in the branch’s accounts. Mr. Durham is in charge there. Should we inform him first?”

My expression hardened. “No need. Tell the financial director to personally conduct an audit. If any irregularities are found, report them directly in the next morning meeting.”

After ending the call, I clenched my phone tightly, my anger simmering.

I had entrusted Al with managing the branch. He had always complained about not having a platform to showcase his skills—how he didn’t want people thinking he was just a man riding on his wife’s success.

Yet here we were.

Less than a year since the branch was established, and there was already a financial issue.

If Al weren’t my husband, I would have fired him immediately without hesitation.

Just then, my phone rang again. It was Al.

So, he had already heard about the audit. Was he calling to plead with me, desperate to save face before the company meeting?

I answered, fully prepared to ask about the financial mess at the branch.

But before I could say a word, Al’s furious voice blasted through the receiver.

“Rosa Miller, have you lost your mind?” he shouted.

“Did you seriously call the cops on Aunt Elsa?”

“What the hell did she ever do to you? Why would you have her arrested?”

“Come home right now! The police are here, and they’re refusing to leave. You need to fix this mess immediately!”

I never expected Al to be this furious over Elsa. Even if she’s a distant relative—so what?

If not for her, my daughter wouldn’t have suffered so much.

Today, no matter who tries to intervene, I won’t back down. Elsa is going to jail.

Just as I was about to tell Al about Elsa’s abuse and theft, a sharp scream cut through the air.

Jessie.

I spun around just in time to see her on the ground, tears in her eyes. A little boy stood over her, his face full of arrogance.

Then, to my horror, he raised his foot—about to kick her.

“Hey!” I roared, rushing over. I scooped Jessie up into my arms, my pulse pounding with fury as I glared at the boy.

He looked familiar.

Then it clicked.

Jack. From Jessie’s class.

And that outfit he was wearing—it was unmistakable.

My stomach turned. The high-end, custom-made clothes I had ordered from abroad for Jessie. The neutral-toned design, because Jessie didn’t like frilly dresses.

Jack was wearing them.

Before, I had doubts. Maybe it was a coincidence. But after discovering Elsa had stolen Jessie’s things—her clothes, her shoes, even the expensive Black Swan cake—it all made sense.

Jack was Elsa’s grandson.

The realization made my blood boil.

Jack’s bravado crumbled under my glare. He took a few steps back, his face turning pale.

Just then, a woman stormed over.

She was stylishly dressed, but what caught my attention was something else—her clothes, her heels, even her jewelry.

They were mine.

The custom pieces I had ordered. The necklace and earrings looked all too familiar.

She didn’t recognize me. If she did, she wouldn’t be standing there with that smug look on her face.

With a huff, she crossed her arms and sneered at me. “What the hell are you yelling for? If you scare my son, I won’t forgive you!”

I stared at her, stunned by the audacity.

“It’s just kids fighting. What’s the big deal?” she scoffed. “If you don’t want your daughter getting hurt, maybe don’t bring her to an amusement park. Honestly, it’s pathetic how delicate some people are.”

I had no interest in arguing with an idiot. Instead, I pulled out my phone and called the police.

The moment she realized what I was doing, her arrogance doubled.

“You’re calling the cops over this?” She let out a loud, mocking laugh. “Seriously, who do you think you’re scaring?”

She turned to the gathering crowd, playing up her outrage.

“Look at this woman, everyone! She’s making a scene over kids playing!”

Her words worked. Whispers spread through the crowd.

“It’s normal for kids to push each other. She’s overreacting.”

“What a waste of police resources.”

“People like this think the world revolves around them.”

I ignored them all. I didn’t care what they thought.

Jack’s mother smirked at me, enjoying the support of the crowd. Just as she was about to open her mouth again, her phone rang.

Her face lit up. Checking the caller ID, she answered in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Honey… Jack and I are being bullied at the playground. Come quickly…”

Before she could finish speaking, her face suddenly changed, and she blurted out in shock, “What? My mother was taken to the police station?”