The room was dark; no lights had been turned on.
Keira could barely make out someone on the bed, so she immediately turned and switched on the light.
The incandescent light came on.
Keira spotted Jodie at a glance.
She lay quietly in bed, eyes closed, sleeping. Her hands rested peacefully on her chest in a prim and
proper sleeping posture.
Keira took a step forward, intending to take a closer look, but the sound of hurried footsteps came from
behind her.
Instantly, Aunt South and Taylor charged into the room, one after the other!
Aunt South frowned and lowered her voice in
reprimand. âWhat are you doing barging in like this?
Get out now!â
But Keira didnât move. Instead, she approached Mrs. Olsen, observing carefully. âI just happened to
come by and wanted to check on Mrs. Olsen.â
âHow can you be so impolite! What kind of classmate are you?! Really, you areâ¦â Aunt South walked
over, blocking her way.
Taylor also furrowed his brows. âMiss, if you donât leave now, Iâm going to call the police!â
No sooner had he said this than Lewis remarked
indifferently from the doorway. âShe just went into the wrong room. Thereâs no need to make a fuss
about it, right?â
Taylor clenched his fists, looking helplessly at Lewis. âMr. Horton, what do you mean by this? Shirley is
already frail, and this severe shock has led to a mental
collapse. We should hurry out and not talk here in case we further upset her.â
Keira immediately expressed her doubts. âI heard Mrs. Olsen is a light sleeper. With so much noise.
how has she not woken up?â
Upon hearing this, Aunt South answered, âBecause the lady took sedatives before sleep!â
She asked, âWhat do you need these details for? Who exactly are you? Are you related to the murderer
of
Miss Keira?â
дед
Her demeanor didnât seem like that of a liar.
Keira turned her gaze back to Taylor.
She saw Taylor also looking at her with skepticism, with no guilt in his eyes.
As she sized up the two of them, she suddenly felt a scrutinizing gaze fall upon her.
Only then did Keira realize that even Lewis was staring
at her.
The manâs eyes were swirling with emotion as if he had begun to harbor some doubtsâ¦
Keira immediately took a step back, stating calmly, âIâm a high school classmate of Keira, entrusted by
Uncle
Olsen to visit Mrs. Olsenâ¦â
Indeed, as soon as âUncle Olsenâ was mentioned, the
three people in the room immediately stopped their
questioning.
Aunt South dismissed her suspicions out of hand. âWhy didnât you say so directly?â
Taylor just clenched his jaw and said nothing.
Lewis, however, gave her another couple of looks
before slowly withdrawing his gaze.
Without further ado, Taylor said, âWell, youâve seen her now, and thereâs nothing wrong with her. Can
you leave now? Please do not disturb my wife any further!â
Lewis was the first to step back, leaving the room.
Keira kept her eyes on the hospital bed, looking toward Taylor. âUncle Olsen asked me to find out when
exactly Mrs. Olsen will wake up. If she doesnât get better, he has a doctor prepared and would like to
bring him to see Mrs. Olsenâ¦â
There was an insistent undertone in her words.
Taylor understood, and his brow furrowed.
Seeing his reaction, Lewis suddenly lowered his gaze.
He clenched his fist and said, âKeiraâs funeral is
tomorrow. Isnât my mother-in-law going to say goodbye to her? If sheâs unable to be there, it implies her
condition is serious, so maybe I should take her to the hospital.â
Lewisâs request was quite inconsiderate.
Taylor had been a devoted husband to Jodie for over
twenty years. Furthermore, his previous behavior
when Jodie was ill left no one in doubt that if
something happened to her, Taylor would surely take his own life. Such marital devotion couldnât be
questioned.
Thus, neither Lewis nor Keira had ever considered that Taylor would abuse Jodie.
The two of them were simply concerned that Mrs. Olsenâs strange condition shouldnât be delayed.
Taylor promptly said, âThereâs no need. Shirley is much better now. Sheâs just very sleepy and
lethargic.â
He lowered his gaze, knowing he had to give an
tion, and slowly added,. âBefore going to sleep, kept saying that she must attend the funeral
row no matter what. Weâll be there
vis gave him a long look. âAlright, weâll meet at the
neral tomorrow.â
Okay, Mr. Horton. Iâll walk you downstairs.â
After saying this, Taylor didnât move but looked toward
Keira
choice, Keira reluctantly left the room,