Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
had picked up a treasure and believed that he could be saved, so I
hurriedly drove him to the hospital, and guess what, he kept shaking as if he was about to pass.”
Steward seemed to get carried away, vividly recounting the past events, ‘I told him if he revealed t trgtiO 1
BE no e Ge to get the world’s best doctors to save him. He suddenly grabbed my hand, wanting to say something desperately.”
At the time, Steward thought the truth was within reach, and his voice mirrored his excitement, “He was clutching me with one hand, pointing outside with the other, lips moving but no words coming out. It drove me crazy.”
Mirabella knew that someone poisoned with venomvine couldn’t speak or write, their bodies would uncontrollably tremble, which was why she hadn’t bothered to take him away with her.
Because it would have been futile.
“Then all of a sudden, he stopped breathing. I recalled how he clung to me with one hand while pointing outside with the other, gasping for breath. “Maybe he was trying to give me a clue. So, I immediately reported to Sean. He also thought it was possible, so we were all thinking: could the person he was hinting at have ‘sky’ or ‘night’ or ‘moon’ or ‘star’ in his name?”
Steward’s voice trailed off into a sullen tone, “In the end, we followed this clue for a long time but found nothing. Now I think about it, he was probably just pointing at nothing in particular. Got us running around for nothing.”
All that time and effort wasted.
Mirabella, however, pressed on, “What was outside at that moment?”
“Nothing really, from where he was lying in the car, he could probably only see the sky. I’m not even sure if the moon or stars were out.”
Now think about it, the masterminds behind all this are Lucas and Beverly, but what does that have to do with him pointing at the sky?
He was just pointing randomly.
Suddenly, Mirabella was lost in thought, remembering how Lucas and Beverly had looked back repeatedly before leaving Reflections Villa.
It was Beverly who stopped first, her eyes brimming with complex tears as she looked at Mirabella.
Those eyes seemingly wanting to say a thousand words, yet in the end, they only turned into two light words, “Take care.”
That didn’t sound like something an aunt would typically say to her niece at farewell.
It was as if she was warning that something might happen to her.
And Lucas shed tears too, insisting that she take care of herself.
Now she was the Collins family’s golden girl, with a loving family, a brilliant fiancé, and a bright future ahead.
Wasn’t that good enough?
Why did they tell her to take care of herself.
That phrase sounded more like a wish for her safety.
Suddenly, Martha’s words flashed through her mind.
“I just happened to catch such a good thing and seized the opportunity.”
“You can’t handle him, don’t think too highly of yourself, even yeh Bé Bhtire : On)
Gojling fanidy ￠dimbined, you’re no match for him.”
With that thought, Mirabella immediately stood up and said, “Enjoy your meal. Please close the lab door when you leave.”
“Hey, Ms. Bella, where are you going.”
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As Mirabella stepped out of the lab, her phone rang. It was from Jack.
“Boss, I’ve done some digging. Before Romeo’s parents went to Tulip Road, they bought a bunch of fruit bouquet {foyer asin Visit soe e. But they turned their vehicle around shortly after getting on Tulip Road. On their way back, George McMillian stopped at a supermarket and bought a pack of sanitary pads.”
Back in the day, George, a grown man, dashed to buy sanitary pads—threw down a hundred dollar bill without waiting for change, and hopped into a luxury car—that was an unusual scene, which impressed people.
“Nothing else has been found for now.”
But Mirabella already had her suspicions. She was certain that the masterminds weren’t George and Jennifer. After finishing the call, she made her way to the detention center, requesting to see Beverly specifically.
When Beverly was brought out, her eyes were calm, almost serene, like a tranquil lake, and she exuded an aura of peace.
Mirabella waited for her to sit before taking her place across the table. She studied Beverly’s composed and gentle demeanor, a presence that neither boasted nor hid anything, her emotions as still as the surface of a placid pond.
“How have you been?” Beverly was the first to speak.
“I’m doing well,” Mirabella replied, looking into her eyes with a soft concern. “Auntie, have you settled in alright here?”
“You still call me ‘Auntie’?” A ripple crossed Beverly’s still waters, her gaze on her niece filled with layers of complicated feelings.
“I’m doing fine.”
After all, the Collins family hadn’t torn her apart for her unforgivable sins, nor had they made things difficult for her inside. She was already incredibly fortunate.
“How are your grandparents and parents doing recently?” Beverly asked with concern.
“They’re all well,” Mirabella answered, her voice steady and sincere.
“That’s good.”
“Frederica and Alma are doing well too,” Mirabella seemed to know what she was worried about and offered the information. “On Memorial Day, they came to pay their respects, and for our family reunion day, my parents invited them over for the barbecue, and they came.”
Because they were innocent, Kenneth and Louisa did not blame them.
Beverly hadn’t expected her brother and sister-in-law to still include her children in family gatherings. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.
“At other times, Frederica is still studying abroad, and Alma is in school here. Before you turned yourselves in, you left them that house. Alma sometimes stays there on weekends.”
Beverly’s tears fell. She hadn’t expected her niece to share these things with her.
“Alma can cook and do the dishes by herself now. Auntie, you can rest assured, she’s taking good care of herself.”
Beverly was moved to tears again. “Thank you.”
Her voice was choked, and she struggled with her emotions. “Thank you all.”
Other than thanks, she didn’t know what else to say to express how touched she felt.
Both she and her husband were imprisoned, but Kenneth and Louisa hadn’t turned on them, nor had arranged for someone inside to deal with them. Outside, no one bullied their children.
“Thank you for coming to see me and telling me all this.” Beverly’s last traces of worry dissipated.
“I have to go now, but I’ll come to visit you again,” Mirabella didn’t stay much longer.
Beverly nodded, her eyes brimming with tears.
As Mirabella stood up to leave, Beverly suddenly called out to her, “Bella.”
Mirabella paused, turning to look at her.
“Take care.” It was the same phrase Beverly said again, ‘Auritie wares wafiing for gor ex visit.”
It was the same sentence again. Telling her to take care again.
“Auntie, do you have any regrets?”
Perhaps unexpected that Mirabella would ask like this, Beverly was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile, “More theniregrezs1
eye sermedningS left undone. I
remember when your parents planned a family trip for the holidays.
Since you’ve been back, I never got the chance to spend time with you, not even a short visit to a nearby attraction. Now that I think about it, I
really do regret it.”
She looked at Mirabella again, her eyes shining with affection.
“When you have the time, you and Romeo can read poems written by Thomas Gray and Joh Rongacui)}
SP otra of them are tatented. I love reading their poems.
It’s too bad I’ll never have that chance again. If possible, I’ll just have to take my regrets to the grave.”
Mirabella’s eyes lingered with disbelief, the message from Aunt Beverly had passed on was…
She could hardly believe it.
That was impossible?!
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