Chapter 238 Dealing with Naughty Children
Camilla immediately turned on her computer.
Her room was equipped with surveillance cameras.
She quickly found today's footage.
She zoomed in on the screen and instantly recognized that it was Julia's grandson.
Camilla went downstairs right away. Julia was watching TV, and the child's parents were sitting on the couch, eating fruit and playing on their phones.
The child was about to mess with another framed puzzle of Alistair's.
Camilla narrowed her eyes and, just as the child was about to pull down the puzzle, she snatched it away. "You went into my room, didn't you? Where did you take the documents from my desk? Return them to me while you still can."
Camilla's expression was serious, and her voice was cold.
The boy was about five or six years old, an age when he could read people's expressions.
Seeing Camilla's stern face, he realized things might be serious. His eyes darted around, and then he burst into tears.
"Oh dear! Why are you crying? Don't cry. Tell me what's wrong."
"What's the matter?"
The man and woman, who had been playing on their phones, immediately gathered around when they heard the crying.
One of them held the child tenderly in their arms, while the other stood by, clenching their fists as if ready for a fight.
In fact, they had noticed the situation as soon as Camilla started speaking.
But they didn't step in to ask what was going on or discipline their unruly child. They continued playing on their phones, ignoring the situation until the child cried.
"Camilla, you're older than him. How can you bully him?" The woman looked at Camilla with a face full of pity, her eyes filled with blame and reproach.
Anyone who didn't know better would think Camilla had done something terrible to her son.
"I'm just asking him to return what he took," Camilla said calmly. "If that's considered bullying, then you must bully others quite often yourselves."
"How dare you talk like that!" The woman's eyebrows furrowed. "You lose something and blame it on my son? What kind of logic is that?"
At this moment, Alistair and Bella, hearing the commotion upstairs, rushed to the living room.
The man said, "Alistair, you're just in time! Your daughter is something else. She accuses my son of stealing her things. If you don't discipline her, I'll do it for you!"
Alistair, usually a good-natured man, uncharacteristically frowned. "We don't know the whole story yet. How can you be so sure Camilla is falsely accusing your son? You're a father, and so am I. You care about your son, and I care about my daughter!"
"If she did something wrong, I'll handle it myself. It's not for you to intervene." Alistair continued, "But I believe Camilla wouldn't make baseless accusations. If she says your son took something, she must have her reasons."
The man was taken aback, not expecting Alistair to be so firm.
After all, in the past few days, no matter how much they caused trouble, Alistair had always complied, making them think he was a pushover.
Bella quietly moved to shield Camilla.
Seeing this, the child's mother slapped her thigh and sat on the floor. "How can you falsely accuse my son like this? He's the most well-behaved at home. How could he possibly take your things? Even if he did, so what? It's just some useless papers, right? Are you going to hit him or kill him? You claim to be so wealthy, why are you arguing with a child? Look, you've scared him! My son isn't in good health. He's going to college in the future. If he damages his eyes from crying, can you afford to compensate?"
Camilla watched her performance the whole time, then let out a cold laugh. "I don't recall saying he took papers."
The woman froze.
Alistair and Bella became anxious.
"The things in Camilla's room aren't just any papers; they're very important documents! Besides, Camilla never falsely accuses anyone. If she says your son took them, there must be evidence. You'd better have your son return them, and this will be over."
The woman wouldn't listen. "I insist on standing my ground today. Whether my son took it or not, I say no, and that's final. What can you do about it?"
Camilla didn't bother arguing further and directly took out her phone to call the police.
The woman scoffed, unconcerned, thinking, 'I know the law. It's just a few pieces of paper, nothing valuable. The police won't care!'
Half an hour later, the police actually arrived.
And there were four of them.
"We received a report of theft involving important documents. Who is Camilla?"
Seeing the situation, the woman quickly spoke up. "It's just kids playing around, losing a few pieces of paper. No need to make a fuss and trouble you all. I'll make sure to scold them later. This is just nonsense! Sorry for wasting your precious time..."
"I made the call," Camilla stepped forward, cutting her off. "This is the surveillance footage I copied from my room earlier, clearly showing her child stealing the documents."
Then she took out another item from her bag and handed it over, "This is my student ID. I'm a graduate student in bioinformatics at Harmony College, currently working on a confidential experiment. The stolen items aren't just papers but reports containing three sets of original experimental data, involving some academic secrets that must not be leaked. The consequences would be unimaginable! Please help me retrieve the documents. I'm begging you!"
After speaking, Camilla bowed solemnly.
Clearly, Camilla's explanation was more convincing.
She was a graduate student at Harmony College, which was a top national university, home to many scientists and researchers.
More importantly, she was a biology major. If the lost data had involved any virus research or bacterial experiments, the consequences could have been unimaginable.
The four officers immediately took it seriously.
"Camilla, don't worry. We understand the situation and will definitely help you retrieve the confidential documents."
Camilla nodded. "Thank you."
The woman was stunned.
It was just a few pieces of paper. But the police look so serious.
She suddenly had a bad feeling.
But she still gritted her teeth, refusing to back down.
At this moment, Julia, who had been sitting on the couch silently, suddenly stood up and rushed over.
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