âEarlier tonight, I went for another cosmetic procedure. Dr. Fairchild gave me an injection, claiming that
it would relax me even more than the medication I usually take,â Shannon confessed, her hands
clutching her head and her eyes filled with panic.
Shannonâs voice trembled, her gaze still unfocused. âAfter I got the injection, I felt really relaxed and
drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, Dr. Fairchild asked me who Mary was.â
âMom, what did you tell him? Who is Dr. Fairchild? How could you?â
At that time, Bethany also knew the truth behind Maryâs death. In a way, Shannon could be said to be
the culprit behind Maryâs suicide. However, she had orchestrated it cleverly back then. She bribed the
maid who took care of Mary and replaced her daily medication for depression. She even manipulated
Rosalind and Bethany into spreading rumors through their children, which ultimately led to
Maryâs worsening condition and her suicide.
Shannon had killed her greatest rival without even a single drop of blood on her hands. It was her
proudest achievement, yet one she could never openly boast about.
âI donât know. I donât know what I said. I donât know what I told him.â
Shannonâs entire body continued to tremble, her voice quivering. âBut Dr. Fairchild swore to me that he
would keep everything he heard secret. He promised he would never reveal it to anyone!â
Bethany was dumbfounded. âMom! How can you be so naive? Dr.
Fairchild is not related to you. What if he reveals the truth? What if he
uses it to blackmail you in the future?â
What shocked her even more was the medication Shannon was taking.
Bethany thought, âWhat kind of medicine was that? A truth serum? How could she spill the secrets
buried deep in her heart without any recollection?â
At that moment, Bethany heard a noise. Her heart raced as she
glanced toward the bedroom, cautiously tiptoeing over. When she reached the door, she pushed it
open, only to find an empty room with no one inside.
Bethany let out a sigh of relief, her forehead covered in cold sweat. The topic Shannon was talking
about weighed heavily on her. If someone heard it, they would be in big trouble.
âIt wonât happen. Heâs my man. He would never betray me!â Shannon reassured herself, though
uncertainty lingered in her words.
But what could she do? She was now completely dependent on Dr. Fairchild, both mentally and
physically.
âMom, Iâm your daughter, and I would never hurt you. Please listen to
me.â Bethany sat down beside Shannon and held her cold hand
tightly. âYou should have less contact with Dr. Fairchild from now on.
He must have some ulterior motives for you! You must silence whoever knows about Maryâs death. As
long as he is alive, heâs a fatal threat to you!â
âIt wonât happen. Itâs been almost twenty years. Any evidence is long gone!â Shannon shivered as she
burrowed into Bethanyâs arms.â Unless that bitch, Mary, miraculously rises from the dead to accuse
me, no one knows what really happened back then!â
âWho said that no one knows? Rosalind is still around!â
âSheâs nothing, just a discarded pawn! If she wants to come back to Savrow one day, she has to keep
her mouth shut!â
Shannon gradually calmed down, and reason regained the high ground. âWhat about the maid who
looked after Mary back then? Have you been keeping an eye on her for years?â
Bethanyâs eyes were gloomy. âYes, sheâs been in Richmond all these years, running a small restaurant
there. She has received our favor, so she will likely keep the secret to herself.â
Although Bethany had some resentment toward Shannon, she knew
the principle of one for all and all for one.
If Shannon fell, her days with the Salvador family would not be good
either. The entire Salvador family would fall into Justinâs hands, and
Bethany would probably not even be able to raise her head in the
future.
Shannon took a moment to calm herself down before allowing Bethany to help her back to the room.
As soon as they left, the closet door in the bedroom creaked ope
slightly.