Everyone knew that people would soon suffer from leukemia if they stayed in a house where formaldehyde was abnormally concentrated. I knew what was going on after I heard the police out. As expected, Caroline surely wouldn't let go of the opportunity this time in vain. Initially, I was not afraid. However, the police later questioned me over and over again. During this period, I knew that everyone's feedback to the police was that I was the one who got the most optimal timing to commit such a crime. ...... Because among all the people engaged in the project, I was the first one to arrive at the studio and the last one to leave. And I was also the one who was the most likely to be motivated to do so. Although I was Mrs. Cowell, Patrick loved Caroline very much instead. Moreover, I had gone to jail last time because I had pushed Caroline to the foot of the mountain. If Caroline hadn't been found in time, she might have been dead. Afte
Caroline sat on the other side of the glass wall without ever moving her body. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. And she said, "Is that so? Then you have to come out first." Seeing that I was excited, the police directly pressed me down and warned, "Behave yourself!" I was held down by the police and couldn't move. But Caroline pretended to say, "Officer, Caroline was confused for a moment. Don't make things difficult for her." Later, I sat down on the chair. But the police were standing behind me for one step away. "Caroline Archer, as I said, I don't want to be Mrs. Cowell." I softened my voice. Now, I even thought that as long as Caroline could withdraw the complaint, I probably could solve this matter easily. Of course, Caroline knew what was going on in my mind. She sat outside and put on a pitiful look again, "Charlotte, we're sisters. I value the kinship between us the most. However, you've attacked me over and o
When I opened my eyes, I saw the cold iron window in front of my eyes again. The moonlight slid through the cold railing, shining in a small cell of a few square meters. This was not a detention house but a prison! "No! No!" My brain exploded! Hadn't I already go out? "Didn't I already get out?" "Why am I in prison?" I sprang to my feet abruptly and slapped the door of the cell with all my might! "Let me out! Let me out! I want to go out! I didn't hurt anyone!" However, the corridor of the prison was empty. No one answered. I yelled for a long time. And in the end, my voice was hoarse. I was desperate. And helpless. I squatted down and looked at the deep and dark corridor as my tears kept falling. I held my knees tightly. "Why? Why did you do this to me? I didn't do anything!" "I indeed didn't do anything. I didn't hurt Caroline once!" "I've lost my child." I squatte
It was unknown how long had passed. The car finally stopped. After the trunk was opened, Patrick stood outside and looked at me inside. And he was obviously stunned. Then he frowned deeply. "Let, let me out." My body was shaking non-stop as if it had been out of my control. However, fearing that he would close the trunk again, I tried my best to get up and climb out of the trunk. As soon as I went out, I fell to the ground directly. I hurt a lot. But I felt much better than staying there. I knew that based on the current situation, as long as Patrick didn't agree, I couldn't run away at all. I grabbed his leg openings and said in a kind manner, "Let me go. I promise that I won't show up in front of you." The air outside probably calmed me down. Although I spoke slowly, I didn't speak with difficulty at all. Patrick lowered his head and looked at me under his feet. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly ben
However, Caroline did not lose her temper. Instead, she walked to the dining table and sat down on my seat. Then she said in a delicate voice, "I haven't had my breakfast yet." "Go and prepare another one for her. And put the one for Madam on my side." Patrick naturally instructed the servants. I saw that as soon as he finished speaking, Caroline clenched her hand under the table into a fist. And the cyan blood vessels on the back of her hand bulged slightly. Although I didn't understand what Patrick meant, I walked downstairs as if nothing had happened. Then I sat next to Patrick and watched the servant serve me the breakfast. Patrick and I sat side by side, eating breakfast alone. The servant quickly served another breakfast. Caroline did not touch the food. She said first, "Caroline, the reason why Patrick and I have chosen to forgive you this time is more because that you're the one who was chosen by Grandma and Grandpa Cowell. So we don't
I stared at Caroline. Because we were identical twins. Her face was very similar to mine. In the eyes of outsiders, we looked extremely similar. However, now that I had cut short hair. Many people would directly tell us apart based on the hairstyle. If I wore a wig, would others acknowledge me as her? I was overwhelmed by the fear of being put in prison before. And I never thought of this. But at that time, I didn't have any response or any expression. Ned also had a look of dislike on his face, "If you have any grievances, tell the police. It's useless for you to tell us." "The person who framed me did it meticulously. And I couldn't do anything about it. Grandpa Cowell, since you don't believe me, I, I will..." I looked at Patrick and hesitated for a moment. Then I said, "I will just divorce Patrick." Patrick looked at me with displeasure in his eyes. Then he grabbed my hand and said to Ned, "Grandpa, are you treating my marriage as if
I knew that Ned had agreed to my request by acting so. Just as I was worried about how to talk to Caroline, she said directly, "Whoever sees it has a share! I want to go there too." "Well..." I pretended to hesitate for a moment and said, "Okay." In fact, I was secretly happy in my heart. After that, Patrick revealed the name of the restaurant where we would have dinner tomorrow evening, which was at No. 366 private room of Chef Ming's. Chef Ming's was a Michelin three-star restaurant. When I left the Cowell Family with Patrick, he sent a driver to send Caroline back. After that, he went back to the villa with me. He did so mainly for Ned. In the car back to the villa, I asked him and learned that No. 366 private room of Chef Ming's had been kept for him all the year round. After he finished his words, he asked me, "Tell me. What do you want to do tomorrow?" I hesitated for a moment and said, "It's a secret." I was not s
"Go ahead," Patrick said. "I'm going to work in Glorious Seth Design. And you should promise me that you won't target it again." I wanted to keep Seth's company safe and sound. "Okay. I promise you," Patrick nodded. I didn't rest assured, "Mr. Cowell, I hope you can keep your promise and don't act like what you did last time. You promised me. But You secretly plotted against Glorious Seth Design." Patrick looked at me with a gloomy face, "I didn't break my promise. After that, I didn't do anything to Glorious Seth Design." "Mr. Cowell, as for the truth, you know it the best." Now, I could no longer trust Patrick. But I had to believe him. The next day, I went back to Glorious Seth Design. Seth welcomed me enthusiastically. But others didn't like to see me. When I came out of Seth's office and returned to my work station, a dead mouse was lying there. The whole table was stained with blood. If it were in the p