Lucian frowned. "Is Callie not done yet?"It had all been speculation up until then. But now, he had clear confirmation that the last person Cailyn had seen before she died was Calista."Only the three of us are here. Are you blind? Can't you see that she's not here with us?" Yara said. She was confused when she was summoned to the police station. It wasn't until she was done giving her statement that she learned that Cailyn had died. She was about to let Calista know when she saw her getting out of the police car with Lucian in tow.She looked suspiciously at Lucian. "Shouldn't you have known about this? Aren't you, the great Mr. Northwood, supposed to have eyes and ears everywhere? How did you not hear about something this serious?"Lucian glanced at her. "I'm not omniscient. Not every trivial matter in the world is significant enough to know. I'm a human being, not a surveillance camera."He checked his watch. His expression turned grim. There was no telling what was going th
Timothy didn't say anything. However, he had no intention of getting out of the car.Yara opened the driver-side door. With one on the roof of the car and the other holding the door handle, she bent down to stare at him. "We're broken up. It's not appropriate for you to be riding with me anymore.""Are you sure you want to break up with me?"Yara hurriedly nodded. She felt like a miserable peasant who had finally found the courage to rebel against her master. Feelings didn't matter anymore. What mattered was her determination to become a pauper who made it big.Timothy nodded and said out loud to himself, "Calista's case is quite a complicated one. There are eyewitnesses and video evidence. Even if she wasn't the one who committed the crime, Cailyn did indeed die in the pool. As long as there's no evidence proving she resurfaced after being pushed in, or unless another perpetrator is caught, Calista stands to be convicted for manslaughter at the very least…"Yara hurriedly jumpe
Timothy was caught off guard by her pushing him away, causing him to sit up slightlyYara's gaze darted between his abdomen and his face several times before. She seemed to be distracted as she said, "It's nothing."Despite her saying that, her expression showed otherwise. It looked as if she had just experienced something shocking.Yara carefully maneuvered out from under him. Her movements were subtle and cautious as if he were a volcano on the verge of eruption, and any contact with him would result in a painful burn.Timothy stayed still after being pushed by her, only reaching out when she was on the verge of moving out of his reach."What's wrong?" he asked.Yara awkwardly waved her hands, and a wry smile appeared on her face. "No, nothing's wrong. I just need to go home now. I'm staying with my parents, and they have a curfew."She contemplated withdrawing her hands from his grasp but hesitated, avoiding any big movements.Since when did Timothy mellow out so much? Even
The next day, Lucian received a call from the police station."Mr. Northwood, we found some items related to you and Ms. Everhart. We need both of you to drop by the station to assist with the investigation." Lucian stayed silent after hearing the officer's request. Confused, the officer asked, "Mr. Northwood, is that alright with you?"Lucian's voice sounded distant. "Sorry, I'm just preparing breakfast and it's a little noisy. I didn't hear what you said. Can you repeat yourself?"Although the police officer had heard the sound of cooking utensils, he was too shocked to speak for a few seconds. The president of Northwood Corporation was… cooking? Lucian ladled the oatmeal he had been preparing into a bowl. Seeing that the officer still hadn't spoken, he furrowed his brows impatiently. "Speak. What's the matter?"The police officer cleared his throat before repeating himself. "Alright," Lucian responded. He then hung up the phone and went upstairs to wake Calista up for breakf
Calista snorted, brushing past him and heading straight into the bathroom. "With your memory now being worse than a goldfish's, what's the point of you remembering? You might forget it tomorrow."Lucian trailed behind her, feeling aggrieved. "I'll remember. It's not just stored in my brain, I even wrote it down in my diary! So you can't say you're—" Calista suddenly froze. She turned to look at him. "Diary?"Lucian stopped talking after he noticed his slip-up. "Callie, I'll think about it. Give me some time, please. I'll give you an answer soon."Calista didn't reply, leaving him unsure of whether she had agreed or not. After freshening up, the pair went downstairs. Breakfast was already laid out on the table. Just as Lucian promised, there were all her favorite dishes. However, due to their unpleasant conversation earlier, an air of awkwardness filled the room. Lucian ate his porridge consciously, occasionally glancing up at Calista. She was gripping her spoon with her head l
After dropping Calista off at Yara's store, Lucian received a call from Simon."Mr. Northwood, we found the person."Lucian parked his car on the roadside and furrowed his eyebrows. "I'll send my location to you, come pick me up."When Simon arrived, Lucian had already gotten into the backseat. His eyes were closed as he had dozed off. The car's engine was still running, and the air-conditioning was still on."Mr. Northwood?""Drive," he ordered.…Simon drove into the underground car park of a shopping mall. They sat in the parked car in silence for a while. At no point did Lucian open his eyes, or indicate that he intended to get down from the car.He simply remained silent, and Simon did not dare to disturb him or make any decisions on his own. He could only glance at Lucian occasionally through the rearview mirror.Simon wasn't sure if Lucian had fallen asleep or was struggling to open his eyes due to a headache. His expression revealed nothing. He took a quick glance… And
Lucian put his phone away and answered hesitantly. "I suppose."Although the video was not very clear due to poor lighting, Cailyn's actions were still clear. Despite her innate survival instincts, she managed to drown herself in the 5-foot-deep pool. Recalling Cailyn's words from that night, Calista said, "That person seemed to have captured the girl and used her as leverage, Cailyn probably—" But before she could finish her words, Lucian reached out and covered her mouth. "Resolving the murder and rescuing the hostage are the responsibilities of the police. Our role is to hand over the video, clear your name as a suspect, and bring this matter to an end." She had no reason to be worried about Fletcher. Lucian held her by her shoulders and walked her out. As he did so, Calista turned to Yara and said, "I need to head to the police station, but I'll come back later." She and Yara had made dinner plans for later at night. Yara simply laid on the couch, hugging a pillow. She
Calista regarded him with suspicion and warned, "If you lie to me again, this engagement ring will turn straight into a break-up ring."Lucian, already laid bare to his core, saw no reason to persist. He raised his hand and ruffled the top of her head. "I won't lie to you anymore, but you might not understand the examination reports even if you read them yourself.""You don't need to worry about that. Stop making excuses. Head upstairs and fetch your report."When he brought the reports down, Calista was busy cooking in the kitchen. She wore a simple apron, and her hair was pulled back with a clip. A few loose strands framed her face. The sunlight shone on her, casting a subtle warmth on her thin earlobes and even revealing a thin layer of fuzz on them. This scene radiated warmth and nostalgia. It made Everglade Manor, which had always been cold and empty, suddenly feel like home. Lucian froze at the sight and hesitated to move forward. He was afraid that his appearance might