Chapter 1911
Chapter1911
But why?
Of course, no one would ever give her an answer.
Lyle and Mitchell rose from the sofa, their gazes cold as steel. “Remember—you’ve got three days.”
Then, they left Gretchen’s house without another backward glance.
Once inside the car, both men’s faces were cast in shadow, their chests heavy with unspoken thoughts.
After a long silence, Mitchell finally asked in a low voice, “Do you think Belinda will ever forgive us?”
Lyle let out a deep sigh. “Even if she doesn’t, I wouldn’t blame her. Think about how we treated her back then.”
Mitchell fell quiet, regret gnawing at him. Then, gripping his hair in frustration, he muttered, “Do you really believe what Gretchen said? That it was Kylee who killed Tunny?”
Lyle’s tone was steady. “At this point, Gretchen doesn’t have the guts—or the reason—to lie to us.”
Mitchell shook his head, disbelief etched on his face. “I still can’t wrap my head around it. How could Kylee be that cruel?”
Lyle let out a disdainful sneer. “Is it really so hard to believe? She conspired with Verena to try to infect Belinda with HIV. If she could resort to something that vile, what wouldn’t she be capable of?”
Mitchell’s face grew even darker at that, a storm brewing in his eyes.
“Let’s go back to Owathe,” Lyle said, starting the engine.
At Belinda’s house.
Belinda recounted her conversation with Carola to Lucas.
Lucas lifted a brow slightly and gave a measured nod. “I agree with you. The man your mother saw back then might not have been Elwood at all. Besides, from what I know about Elwood, he’s not that kind of man. There’s definitely something amiss.”
“Yes,” Belinda replied softly. “Carola told me she’d have someone investigate once she’s back. I only hope that after all these years, we can still uncover the truth.”
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Lucas’ lips compressed into a thin line for a moment, his voice carrying both calm authority and gentle reassurance. “Since we’ve identified someone to suspect, our path forward becomes clearer. We need only direct our investigation toward her. If there’s truly something wrong with her, traces will surely be uncovered. Regardless of how cautious a person believes themselves to be, leaving absolutely no trace behind is utterly impossible.”
“Yes, I hold complete faith that the Happer family will successfully unearth the truth,” Belinda replied, her voice carrying quiet conviction.
Lucas’ brow furrowed, as though a troubling thought had suddenly crystallized in his mind. “There exists one additional matter that demands consideration… Did something transpire between Mrs. Wright and that mysterious man during the incident? Logic dictates that those who orchestrated the incident intended to ruin her completely. Under such calculated circumstances, it seems nearly impossible that absolutely nothing occurred between them. Unless the man experienced a sudden surge of conscience or discovered his moral compass at the crucial moment. Though I believe the probability of that remains very slim.”
Belinda pressed her lips together thoughtfully before replying, “But Carola insisted that when she regained consciousness the following morning, she had detected nothing abnormal about her body. She understood her own body well. If something had really happened, she would have recognized the signs immediately.”
She possessed intimate knowledge of such matters herself. Even when alcohol rendered her unconscious, she could always determine whether intimacy with Lucas had occurred when morning arrived.
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