Vera’s voice was full of envy. “Every day she gets him nutritional supplements and ‘smart pills’ from abroad, personally making sure he takes them. She was afraid the only heir of the Grant Family might be neglected.”
My hand clenched suddenly and the hot coffee spilled on the back of my hand, but I felt nothing.
Smart pills again…
“Now that I think about it, Emily’s accident really is suspicious,” Vera said, as if remembering something, her face full of regret.
“The police said it was due to fatigue, but I heard her car’s brakes might have had a problem. Think about it. She’s not really good at driving, yet late at night, on a mountain road, she was driving so fast… as if she was trying to escape from something. Isn’t that strange?”
Every word Vera said hit my heart like a hammer.
Escape.
Emily was running from Linda.
She knew those pills were dangerous. She wanted to escape with my son.
That’s why Linda created an “accident” to silence her forever.
“Millie? Are you okay?” Vera’s voice pulled me back from my thoughts.
“I’m fine… just remembering some things from the past.” I set down my coffee and took a jewelry box from my bag, pushing it toward her. “Long time no see. This is for you.”
Vera’s eyes lit up and she quickly opened it. Inside was a diamond necklace of considerable value.
“Oh my, Millie, how can I…?” she said politely, but her hands were already taking the necklace out, eager to put it on.
“If you like it, that’s enough,” I said, watching her fake smile with a cold laugh in my heart.
Vera… you better not have been involved. If you were, I would make sure you pay for it twice over.
After leaving the café, I immediately drove to Mr. Sharl’s private clinic.
Arson was sitting quietly in a small play area, stacking blocks. His movements were so slow that he tried several times to place a single block correctly and failed.
Next to him, a smaller child had already built a tall tower.
When the smaller child accidentally knocked over Arson’s blocks, he just stared blankly, showing no reaction. No crying, no fussing, not even a flicker of emotion.
Mr. Sharl called me into his office, his expression grave and handed me a lab report. “Millie, where did you get this pill bottle?”
“From a child,” I said, my heart sinking.