While Meredith was talking to Grayson, Belle got into a taxi. She was just about to tell the driver her location when he passed her a phone. "Ms. Walters, you have a call from Mrs. Jenkins Senior," he said.Belle hesitated and glanced at the driver before taking the phone. "Mrs. Jenkins Senior?"Dorothy replied cheerfully, "Yes, it's me. The driver works for me. Just relax."Belle let her guard down. At the realization that Dorothy had actually personally sent someone to pick her up, she said, "There was no need to go through that trouble. I could have just called for a taxi.""I feel more at ease having someone pick you up," Dorothy replied with a chuckle. "Come over quickly. I'm waiting for you. I'll make you something delicious for lunch.""Okay!" Belle hung up and returned the phone to the driver, thanking him as she did so.Lena was on the way to Plums Café.She was looking out of the backseat window with a nonchalant expression.The driver was a Maltford local and had alw
Lena wiped her hands clean with some tissue. She glanced at him one last time before getting out of the car.She only spared him that extra glance because she didn't completely hate him. Usually, she wouldn't look at her victims after killing them.However, just because she didn't hate him didn't mean he could live. She hated hearing about other people's happy lives. If she couldn't have that, then no one else could.Killing people felt the same to her as squashing ants. She couldn't care less about it.She continued walking to the café in her pristine, unblemished white shoes. After checking some things at the counter, she walked toward a booth.Lena opened the door to the booth without a second thought. She hadn't felt the need to worry about Dorothy tricking her.She was extremely confident that Dorothy was no match for her.However, when the door swung open, the person she expected to see was nowhere to be found.Instead, there were a few middle-aged men in suits who seemed
There was chicken soup boiling in the pot and vegetables on the cutting board. There were also some vegetables still covered in soil."You're in charge of the fire," Dorothy said to Belle. "I'll continue cooking. It will probably be noon by the time I'm done. You should be hungry by then.""Okay!" Belle nodded.She liked spending time with Dorothy. She felt as comfortable with her as she did with Noah.She wanted to talk about Lena but didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. Instead, she began talking about her parents."Can you tell me about my parents? I want to know more."She had never directly asked about her background ever since Dorothy and Noah gave the same answer when she asked. "It's not the right time yet," they had said.Dorothy chuckled. "Your parents were geniuses. Your mom was a medical genius. Remember the frostle pill I gave you back then? She made that when she was pregnant. A lot of the medicine that your grandfather and I used were her creations.""Was my mom a
"Did they keep treasure with them or something?" Belle asked.Dorothy sighed gently. "You could call it a treasure. It certainly was something a lot of people wanted.""Something a lot of people wanted? Was it money?"Dorothy shook her head. "It was more precious than money.""What was it?"Dorothy fell silent again. After a beat, she said, "When the time is right, your grandfather will tell you. He'll tell you when he tells you about your background."Belle nodded helplessly and suddenly thought of something. She asked, "Mrs. Jenkins Senior, did my parents die because of someone else?"Dorothy looked at Belle in shock. "Who told you?""I guessed on my own."Dorothy simply looked at her, still taken aback.Belle replied, "I usually have nightmares during stormy nights. I always dream of this woman running for her life in the rain with a baby in her arms. "There would always be a lot of people chasing after her and trying to kill her. I often end up dreaming of how she died,
Lena looked completely different from how Dorothy had imagined her, but her eyes were exactly like her mother's.Dorothy could confirm that Lena was that woman's daughter from that photo alone. Dorothy couldn't hide her fury. It was clear as day on her face.Belle didn't know what had happened back then, so she thought Dorothy was angry because Lena had done something to the Sylvester family."I don't have enough evidence right now," Belle said. "But based on the ingredients of the poison she used, I'm almost completely certain."Dorothy knew deep down inside that there was no doubt. She was perfectly certain. Apart from her, there was nobody else who could have done it. As expected, Lena was exactly like her mother. Not only were her methods unforgiving, but she was also powerful and cunning.Needless to say, her medical skills were fantastic. Everyone in the Aspen family was medically skilled. However, her cunningness wasn't something every Aspen had.Dorothy didn't know what
Dorothy nodded at Belle's answer and asked, "How far along have you and Grayson gotten?""What do you mean?""You guys have known each other for almost a year now," Dorothy pointed out. "Do you still not have feelings for him?"Belle replied without hesitation, "I don't like him.""What don't you like about him?" Dorothy asked."He has a horrible temper.""What else?"Belle thought about it for a second. "He's also trashy.""Trashy? How is he trashy?"Belle couldn't bring herself to talk about how he wanted to pay for sex with her. Her lips twitched, and she said, "I just don't like him."Dorothy sighed inwardly. "Your grandfather loves you a lot. He would never risk your happiness. If he wanted you to marry Grayson, he must have done a lot of research on Grayson and his background," she said. Dorothy continued, "I have also watched Grayson grow from a child to a man. He's an honorable person who you can trust wholeheartedly. Besides, his family also treats you well. "T
"No matter what happens in the future, if you can't find me, go find Ethel. I trust her with my whole heart. You can believe anything she tells you," Dorothy said.As if Belle managed to read between the lines, she looked up and asked Dorothy, "Are you hiding something from me?"Dorothy chuckled. "What could I be hiding from you? I'm just letting you know that you can trust Ethel.""I know, but … please don't keep secrets from me. I know I'm young, but I'm not weak. I can protect you guys, too."Dorothy felt like crying again. She nodded. "Good girl."After a brief pause, Dorothy spoke up again. "Actually, I used to be your mother's maid. I was in charge of pretty much everything around the house and in her life. Speaking strictly, I'm your maid, too."Belle was stunned for a second before she said, "To me, you're always going to be Mrs. Jenkins Senior."Dorothy chuckled. "I've already informed Simon to get all the subordinates of the Sylvester family to start answering to you."
Dorothy was already thinking about murdering Lena but knew she was no match for her. She forced herself to calm down and sat down as she looked at Lena. "What do you want to know? Is it about what happened back then?" she asked.However, Lena asked, "Is that girl still alive?"She clearly didn't care about whatever had happened back then.Dorothy muttered to herself, "True. You know everything about what happened back then. You don't need my answers."Then, she looked at Lena. Despite knowing the answer, she asked, "Which girl are you talking about?"Lena's eyes gleamed in annoyance. Without waiting for her to reply, Dorothy chuckled, "Are you talking about my mistress' daughter? What do you think?" Lena didn't reply, so Dorothy kept talking. "Lena, was it? Did you give yourself that name, or did your mother name you? If I remember correctly, it means 'light'. Did you guys wish to have light in your lives?" Dorothy chuckled. "What a joke. There's no space for light in your