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Chapter 70: Kleptomania

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: Kleptomania

Fourteen-year-old Adam was sitting at his small wooden desk, his schoolbooks spread out in front of him.

His pencil scratched against the paper as he worked on his homework, his mind focused on solving a tricky math problem.

The room was dimly lit by a small lamp, casting long shadows on the walls.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang.

Adam jumped, his heart pounding as he looked up.

His father, a tall, imposing man with sharp features, stormed into the room.

His eyes were filled with anger as he started pulling open drawers and tossing Adam’s belongings onto the floor.

"Dad? What’s going on?" Adam asked, his voice shaky with confusion.

His father didn’t respond.

He continued searching through Adam’s things, throwing clothes, books, and papers around as if he were looking for something important.

Just then, his mother walked in, her face stern and her arms crossed. She stared at Adam, her eyes cold and filled with disappointment.

"Adam," she said sharply.

"Do you know anything about the family heirloom necklace? The one my mother-in-law gave me?"

Adam blinked, his mind racing. "What? No, I don’t know anything about it."

Before he could say anything else, his eldest brother entered the room with a stranger following behind.

The man was short and wore a thick gold chain around his neck. He had a smirk on his face as he looked at Adam.

His brother pointed to the jeweler. "Tell us, who sold the necklace to you?"

The jeweler glanced at Adam, then nodded.

"It was him. He came into my shop three days ago and sold it. I remember his face clearly."

Adam felt as if the air had been knocked out of him. "What? No! I’ve never even seen you before! You’re lying!"

His father scoffed, his expression dark. "Enough, Adam. We all know it was you."

Adam’s chest tightened. "I didn’t do it! I swear!"

His father’s face twisted in anger.

"You expect us to believe that? After everything? Don’t forget, you have kleptomania. You steal things!"

Adam’s throat tightened.

"But I’ve been taking my medication! The urge to steal is almost gone! It’s under control! I didn’t do this!"

His mother stepped forward, her voice cold.

"Then hand over the money you got from selling the necklace."

Adam shook his head, tears stinging his eyes. "I don’t have any money because I didn’t steal it!"

His father’s expression turned even darker. "If you don’t return the money, you’re out of this house."

Adam’s breath caught. "No... Dad, please! I swear I didn’t do it! Why don’t you believe me?!"

His father’s gaze remained hard.

"Because you’re a thief, Adam. You always have been. Now, give us the money or get out."

Adam looked at his mother, and his brother—desperation filling his heart. But their faces were cold, unmoving.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized the truth. No matter what he said, no one would believe him.

He wiped his tears and said firmly,

"I truly haven’t stolen the necklace."

His father and his mother glanced at him with a disappointed look and in the end, they sent him away to his cousin’s house.

Adam was heartbroken, but he was determined to prove his innocence.

He wasn’t the type of person who would take it lying down when he was accused of things he never did.

But the cruel reality hit him hard in his face.

The news spread like wildfire.

By the next morning, Adam’s classmates knew everything.

He wasn’t sure who had told them—maybe it was his brother, maybe his cousin—but it didn’t matter.

The damage was done.

When he walked into school, the whispers started immediately.

"There he is," someone muttered.

"I heard he stole from his own family."

"Be careful, he might take your stuff too."

Adam kept his head down and gripped the straps of his backpack tightly.

He could feel their eyes on him, filled with suspicion and disgust.

He walked to his seat, but as soon as he passed by a boy’s desk, the boy yanked his pencil case closer, as if Adam might snatch it away.

Adam froze for a second before clenching his jaw and sitting down.

He had done nothing wrong, but that didn’t matter. No one believed him.

At lunchtime, he carried his tray to an empty table.

He wasn’t surprised—no one wanted to sit with him anymore. Just a week ago, he used to laugh with his friends and share snacks.

Now, when he glanced at them, they quickly looked away or pretended to be busy. He was completely alone.

One day, during a math test, Adam reached into his bag for a pencil. That was when a girl screamed.

"My wallet! It’s gone!"

The entire class turned toward her, then toward Adam. His blood ran cold.

"Check his bag!" someone shouted.

Before Adam could even react, the teacher was already walking toward him. "Adam, open your bag."

Adam’s hands trembled as he unzipped his backpack.

His mind was racing. He knew the wallet wouldn’t be there because he hadn’t taken it.

But what if someone had put it in there to frame him?

The teacher rifled through his things, then finally sighed. "It’s not here."

The girl hesitated before checking under her desk. Her face turned red as she pulled out the wallet. "Oh... It was here the whole time."

A few students chuckled, but most of them still looked at Adam suspiciously, as if they still believed he could have stolen it.

Adam swallowed the lump in his throat and turned back to his test, his hands gripping his pencil so tightly they turned white.

Things weren’t better at home.

His cousin’s parents didn’t say anything outright, but he could see the way they looked at him.

The way they whispered when he entered the room.

One night, he overheard his aunt talking to his cousin.

"Stay away from Adam. You don’t want to pick up his bad habits."

His cousin hesitated. "But what if he didn’t—"