If the family’s finances took a dive and they ended up saddled with debt, the consequences would be unimaginable…
Celestine logged into the dark web, a corner of the internet she hadn’t touched in
years.
She threw money at the problem, and that’s when the truth came out–the puppet master behind it all was the Blake family.
Lance, the Blake family’s illegitimate son, had only recently been officially recognized by them.
His return came with strings attached: one of the conditions was that he clean up Joanna’s mess.
Celestine glanced at the last message she’d received from Lance.
[Lance]: Are you okay?
At that exact moment, his IP address showed he was somewhere in Egypt.
He was smoothing the way for Joanna, all while pretending to care about Celestine.
You had to hand it to Mr. Blake–he really went above and beyond.
Celestine couldn’t be bothered to reply. She simply closed the chat.
The next morning, officers showed up at her door.
“Miss Selwyn, thank you for your cooperation. We’ll continue to verify the information you provided,” said the older of the two policemen, both dressed in crisp uniforms.
The younger one stood to the side, jotting down notes.
Although the truck driver had eventually turned himself in, there were still many unanswered questions.
“I checked the brakes before I left, there really wasn’t anything wrong with them.” Celestine repeated her statement, worried they might miss something.
Ever since her parents‘ accident years ago, she’d always been careful behind the wheel.
Except for that one time–this time–when Chester had come along for the ride.
Chapter 297
And now, disaster.
“Detective Benson, I still think there’s something strange going on. My parents‘ accident happened on almost the exact same stretch of road.”
Her voice was clear and steady,
She’d spent last night going over the details of her parents‘ crash all over again.
Back then, the official report had blamed worn–out brakes for the accident.
But now, after all these years, the same thing, the same method–who was it that wanted her family dead?
The older officer, Detective Benson, grew serious. “Miss Selwyn, please tell us everything you know. Every detail matters.”
Surprisingly, both detectives were thorough and attentive. They didn’t dismiss her suspicions about her parents‘ crash just because they were based on her own deductions.
As they prepared to leave, Detective Benson stood up. “We’ll keep your concerns on record and follow up with our investigation. When we have any new developments, the department will contact you directly.”
“Thank you.”
Celestine meant it. The mystery of her parents‘ accident had been a wound she’d never quite healed from.
Their deaths had always felt suspicious.
But she’d been powerless to investigate.
Now that she finally had a chance, she wasn’t about to let it slip away…
Not long after the police left, her grandfather arrived at the hospital with breakfast in hand.
“Did you sleep well, Grandpa?” Celestine asked as she lay in her hospital bed, her smile bright.
Luther grinned and set a steaming mug of nourishing soup on the bedside table. “That bed’s so soft, I could barely get any rest. You’d be better off spending your money on more paint instead of wasting it on fancy pillows.”
Celestine watched his cheerful expression and knew he was fibbing again.
She let out a little hum of laughter, but didn’t call him on it.
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“Where’s my brother?”
Luther sat down beside her and tucked the blanket gently around her shoulders, “He went to the pharmacy to pick up your meds. He’ll be back soon.”
Celestine nodded, understanding.
Then she told her grandfather about the police visit.
Luther listened quietly, and when she finished, he just sighed deeply
“Celly, I know you’ve never been able to let go of what happened to your parents. But they’re gone now, and I can’t bear to see you wear yourself out over it. Please, for my sake, promise me you’ll stop chasing the past, okay?”
Celestine fell silent.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that her grandfather knew more than he was letting
- on.
Biting her lip, she forced herself to ask, “Why?”
Bang!
The door burst open with a crash.
