Matteo raised a hand, silencing his uncle without looking at him.

“Cameron has saved my son’s life once already,” Matteo said, his voice quiet and firm. “She does not strike me as a thief.”

Mrs. Higgins blinked, her face tightening with anger.

“Sir, the evidence is in her bag,” she said.

“Anyone could have put it there,” Matteo said.

He turned to Frank.

“Call the rest of the security detail,” Matteo ordered.

“Sir?” Frank asked.

“Someone in this penthouse is playing games,” Matteo said, his face hardening into granite. “If someone planted this watch, I want to know who. And I want to know what else is missing.”

“Matteo, this is ridiculous,” Silvio said, scoffing. “You are going to disrupt the whole household for a maid?”

“We are going to search the entire penthouse,” Matteo said. “Every room. Every locker. Every bag. Nobody leaves until my security team has checked every square inch of this place.”

My stomach dropped like a stone.

I had a small plastic vial of Leo’s poisoned milk hidden in the pocket of my apron.