Ethan’s face drained of color. His eyes darted between Kiara and the officers, panic flickering in his expression. “Wait! This isn’t what it looks like,” he sputtered, his voice rising in desperation. “You can’t just arrest me over some stupid misunderstanding!” He struggled, the cuffs clinking as he jerked his arms.
Officer Johnson stepped forward, his stern gaze unrelenting. “You confessed, Ethan,” he said coldly, holding up a playback device. With the press of a button, Ethan’s earlier admission filled the room. Each word hit like a hammer, sealing his fate. Alongside the recording, photographs of the stolen ring were displayed, matching the museum’s documentation perfectly.