At 70 years old, Agnes had miraculously survived an attempt on her life, though not without injury—a broken leg was the price she paid. One night, while lying in her bed, she noticed a shadowy figure creeping toward her. The figure was her son-in-law, Chris, who was rummaging through her nightstand.
Agnes’s pulse quickened as she watched him through the dim light. Her patience had finally paid off. With a decisive flick of her wrist, she turned on the light.
“Gotcha, you deceitful scoundrel! Your greed has finally been exposed. Say goodbye to my daughter and your freedom—it’s time for you to meet the police,” Agnes declared with unwavering resolve.
Chris’s eyes widened in shock. “A-Agnes?? I thought you were… DEAD.”
Months Earlier…
Agnes and her 45-year-old daughter, Grace, had just arrived at the Silver Grande Cafe to meet Chris, Grace’s boyfriend of six months.
“Hello, Mrs. Xavier. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Chris greeted, rising for a handshake.
Though Grace had mentioned Chris was 13 years her junior, Agnes was taken aback by his charm. He seemed oddly familiar. As they sat down, Agnes wasted no time in questioning him.
“I feel like I’ve seen you before. Have we met?” Agnes inquired, her gaze intense.
“I don’t think so,” Chris replied, meeting her stare with equal intensity.
Grace, sensing the tension, tried to redirect her mother’s attention. “Mom, let’s eat before everything gets cold.”
Throughout dinner, Agnes’s questions were met with Grace’s interruptions, escalating her frustration. When the bill arrived, Agnes watched in disbelief as Grace covered the cost.
“Your beloved lady pays for your dinner, young man?” Agnes remarked, astonished.
“Chris’s grandpa left him a huge inheritance, but he can’t access it until the paperwork clears. He’ll be able to take care of me soon,” Grace defended Chris once more.
Chris, checking his watch, excused himself, saying he had a presentation to prepare for. Once he left, Grace chastised her mother for her rudeness.
“I don’t mince words, Grace. I need to know the truth. Let’s go home,” Agnes said firmly.
Grace hailed a taxi for Agnes, mentioning she had plans to meet a friend. As they drove, Agnes spotted Chris entering a costume rental store with a bag in hand.
“Stop the car!” Agnes commanded the driver, who complied.
Through the window, Agnes saw Chris emerge from the store looking disheveled—gone was his sharp suit, replaced by worn-out clothes that were hardly suitable for a business presentation. Suspecting something was amiss, Agnes asked the driver to follow him. When Chris ducked into a shady alley, Agnes followed on foot.
The alley led her to a run-down house. Peering through a cracked window, Agnes’s heart sank as she saw a photo of herself wearing a priceless diamond necklace that had been in her family for generations.
Suddenly, a dark memory resurfaced with startling clarity. Fifteen years ago, a man named Larry—who bore a striking resemblance to Chris—had attempted to steal the necklace, claiming it was his family heirloom. Larry’s younger brother, Chris, must have sought revenge for his brother’s demise.
Realizing she needed proof, Agnes snapped a photo of Chris staring at the image of the necklace, though the flash briefly illuminated the room. Fearing discovery, she fled the scene and returned home, determined to protect her family’s heirloom.
The Following Morning…
Agnes rushed to Grace’s apartment, hoping to warn her about Chris. She found him seated with Grace, who greeted her with concern.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” Grace asked, as Chris looked up with a smile.
“We need to talk, Grace. And Chris, you need to hear this too.” Agnes took a deep breath and recounted the events of 15 years ago.
“Mrs. Xavier, you’re mistaken,” Chris protested, shaking his head. “I had no idea my brother was involved. I was at a meeting, not in an alley. Why would I plan a robbery?”
As Chris dropped to one knee and proposed to Grace, Agnes was stunned. She tried to show Grace the photo, but the ball of light from the flash obscured the evidence.
Grace, enamored by Chris’s proposal, paid no heed to Agnes’s claims. Agnes suspected that Chris had orchestrated the proposal to distract Grace. Determined to outmaneuver him, Agnes demanded the family necklace back.
“Grace, return the necklace. I lent it to you, and it’s time to give it back,” Agnes insisted.
Reluctantly, Grace removed the necklace from a hidden vault and handed it over, much to Chris’s frustration. Agnes took the necklace with a mix of relief and resolve.
“You both may have your happy moment, but I’ll ensure this necklace stays safe,” Agnes said, her eyes locked on Chris.
Two weeks later, as Chris and Grace married at a picturesque resort, Agnes remained vigilant. While taking a breather on the balcony, Chris confronted her, revealing his true intentions.
“You were right about the necklace, Mrs. Xavier. It belongs to my family, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get it back.”
Agnes’s heart raced as Chris advanced toward her. With the party’s music masking her cries for help, Agnes felt trapped.
“Stay back! Don’t come any closer,” she warned, stepping back in fear.
“You shouldn’t have interfered,” Chris sneered. “Everything was going according to plan until you followed me. Now, you’re an obstacle that needs to be removed.”
He lunged at her, and despite her desperate attempts to cling to the railing, Agnes was pushed over the edge.
The Next Day…
Agnes awoke in a hospital bed, her leg in a cast. Grace was by her side, tears in her eyes. “It’s a miracle you survived.”
“Chris pushed me,” Agnes said, her voice trembling.
Grace’s face darkened with anger and disbelief. She stormed out, refusing to believe her mother’s account. Agnes, heartbroken, realized Chris might have used the opportunity to steal the necklace.
Feigning resignation, Agnes managed to escape the hospital, returning home to find the necklace still secure. She knew Chris would come for it, and she was ready.
Back to the Present…
Chris, now under arrest, glared at Agnes with anger and frustration. “You survived? I’ll make sure you don’t get in my way again.”
As police officers apprehended Chris, Grace rushed to her mother, apologizing for her disbelief.
“The truth always finds its way,” Agnes said with a weary smile.
As they prepared to leave for further treatment, Agnes embraced Grace, relieved that justice had prevailed.