Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Upon hearing that, Clark’s eyes darkened.
Mirabella guessed what he was thinking and explained herself, “They said she’s a traitor. I was wondering if she was afraid to involve you, so she erased everything related to you. If that’s the case,she must love you a lot”
Clark looked up abruptly, his heart pounding at the thought.
“She was protecting you in her own way,’ Mirabella added, trying to comfort him.
Ever since Carol left, Clark had been desolated for a year. At that moment, hearing that possibility, his heart seemed to revive, full of life again.
“We have about ten more hours before we reach our destination.
Let’s rest for a while,” Mirabella suggested, standing up and heading to the master suite.
Under the guidance of a subordinate, Clark went to the guest room.
With the possibility offered by his sister, his mood lifted, and he soon fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Mirabella busied herself with her own affairs in the master suite until the plane landed hours later.
Clark had a good, long rest, and woke up feeling refreshed and full of energy.
It was only ten in the morning there, twelve hours behind Solterra.
As soon as Mirabella got off the plane, someone sent by Romeo came to pick them up.
“Are you Ms. Bella? Mr. McMillian sent me. I’m Jerry, responsible for your and Clark’s transportation.”
“Hello.”
Just as Mirabella was about to get in the car, Jerry beat Clark to it, opening the car door for her first.
It was quite considerate of him.They followed the address to the apartment rented by Carol’s parents. It was on the first floor of a small apartment complex, complete with a small yard where laundry was hung out to dry.
Mirabella rang the doorbell and waited. A woman came out to answer the door.
It was Carol’s mother, Taylor Earwood. She looked at the unfamiliar young woman with curiosity before her eyes landed on Clark. She immediately understood that they were together.
“How did you find us?” Taylor had a strong impression of Clark.
After her daughter left the Earwood family, that young man would show up at their doorstep every now and then, clearly a love-struck fool.
“Hi, Mrs. Earwood, we didn’t mean to disturb you,’ Clark feared leaving a bad impression on her.
“We’ve told you earlier we don’t have any news about Carol,’ Taylor was almost about to close the door.
Mirabella spoke softly, “Carol might be in danger. We’re here to help her.”
Taylor paused mid-step, looking back at the petite and pretty girl.
She was so young; how could she possibly be of any help?
“No need.”
Having said that, Taylor prepared to close the door again.
“Ma’am,’ Mirabella stopped the door with her hand, speaking gently, “There are people out there looking for Carol. We need to find her before they do, or she’ll be in danger.”
Upon finishing her sentence, Mirabella took out her phone and showed Taylor a picture of a bottle of vitamin C.
“This thing.” Taylor’s eyes widened. She immediately recognized the little bottle. It had always been in Carol’s room. How did that girl get a picture of it? Had they been to her house, and entered Carol’s room?
“The substance Carol has been taking might not be vitamin C, but a lethal poison.”
Taylor’s anger subsided at the mention of poison, replaced by disbelief, “How could that be!”
That thing had been in her daughter’s room for a long time. She had even seen Carol taking it. Before Carol found her biological parents, she had been taking that!
That was more than a year ago.
“Was the stuff she took powdery?” Mirabella curiously asked, “Vitamin C usually comes in tablet form.”Taylor’s face was a picture of shock. That was right, how could she have overlooked that important detail? Pills in bottles like that were usually tablets or capsules. But what Carol had been taking was powdery.
If not for the girl’s reminder, she wouldn’t have given it a second thought even at that moment.
She had once seen her daughter pour powdery stuff into water.
When she asked Carol what she was taking, Carol said that it was iron supplements and whitening agents.
A few days later, she saw the bottle when she was cleaning. It said vitamin C, so she didn’t think much of it.
Looking back, Carol had been acting strange for over a year!
“Why would she even take such a thing? Do you have any evidence that it’s a lethal poison?!” Taylor couldn’t keep her composure; her voice trembled as she asked in disbelief.
“Because there are people trying to kill her, calling her a traitor”
Mirabella could only tell her what she knew, trying to gain her trust.
Upon hearing that, Taylor shook her head vigorously, “No, my daughter couldn’t possibly be a traitor.
You’re talking nonsense.”
“We’re not sure about the details either. So far, we only know this much. The reason we came here is to get more clues from you.
My brother Clark loves Carol. We have no reason to harm you.”
Seeing the sincerity in the girl’s eyes, Taylor was finally persuaded and stepped aside.Clark didn’t expect his sister to convince Mrs. Earwood. He looked at her gratefully.
Taylor was still thinking about what Mirabella just said, feeling somewhat distracted.
Just then, a man walked out from inside the house.
“Honey, who was at the door? You’ve been gone for quite some time.”
Taylor looked up to see her husband. Just as she was about to explain the situation to him.
Mr. Earwood asked, “Why is it you again? How did you find us and you also brought a girl?”
What did that mean??
“Let’s let them in first!” Afraid of being overheard, Taylor tugged at her husband’s sleeve and whispered, “They’re here to help Carol.”
Mr. Earwood was somewhat skeptical. Since Carol’s departure, they had encountered too many dubious characters.
But the sincerity in the girl’s eyes was unmistakable, and she also nodded, emphasizing, “We won’t hurt Carol.”
Because Mr. Earwood’s place was on the ground floor, passersby would often walk by, and some would even peek into the yard.
“Let them in,’ Taylor murmured, entering the house with a sense of trepidation. Mr. Earwood, filled with mixed emotions, followed her inside.
Mirabella and Clark exchanged a glance, as if to say that they had agreed.
Clark closed the yard gate behind him and followed his sister into the house.
The living room was small, but tidied up to neatness.
“Make yourselves comfortable.”
At Mr. Earwood’s words, Mirabella and Clark settled down on the couch, sitting obediently like a pair of well-behaved students.
Taylor went to the kitchen to fetch some water for them. Mirabella wanted to tell her not to bother, but seeing her preoccupied expression, clearly still pondering over earlier events, she didn’t have the heart to interrupt her.
Instead, it was Mr. Earwood who glanced at Mirabella, then at Clark as he expressed his assumptions, “Brother and sister?”
They both nodded in agreement.”Blood?”
They nodded in unison again.
“How long have you been seeing Carol?” Logan Earwood turned his gaze to Clark, asking.
“A year, Clark answered truthfully, “A year after, she left me. I spent another year looking for her.”
Addina it up, he had been entanaled with Carol for two years.
“Come here, carefully, I’ll handle the shards,’ Logan extended his hand towards her, afraid that she might step on the glass shards.
Taylor was led out of the kitchen by him, leaving Logan to clean up the mess.
Mirabella examined her wound, asking softly, “Where’s the first aid kit? I can take care of this.”
“No need, a band-aid will do.”
“That won’t be enough. This cut isn’t small, if it gets infected, it could be serious.”
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
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