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“Look into Mrs. Hawthorne’s whereabouts after I left for France,” Liam Hawthorne said before hanging up the phone.
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“Look into Mrs. Hawthorne’s whereabouts after I left for France,” Liam Hawthorne said before hanging up the phone.
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My eyes lit up. Was he finally starting to get suspicious?
Mr. Barrett set a cup of coffee on the desk. “Sir, did Mrs. Hawthorne do something to upset you?”
Liam stayed silent for a moment, narrowing his eyes. “Mr. Barrett, have you noticed anything different about her lately?”
Mr. Barrett hesitated. “Yes, sir. About a month ago, her appetite grew. She started eating nearly double her usual amount.”
“But the week before you returned from France, her intake dropped dramatically–from three bowls of food to just half a bowl. When I asked, she simply said she had no appetite.”
“Also, since your return, the shampoo and body wash in the master bathroom ran out in less than two weeks. Mrs. Hawthorne used to be quite
conservative with her usage–one bottle would last six months.”
I hadn’t noticed these little details before. Back when I was poor, I always stretched everything out. Even when I married into the Hawthorne family, I hadn’t changed those habits.
I never expected that something so minor could potentially reveal my fate.
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I eagerly leaned in to listen more closely.
Liam crossed his hands on the desk and looked up. “When I was away on my business trip, that jade pendant shattered completely.”
What pendant? Was it the one he always wore around his neck?
Mr. Barrett looked equally shocked.
Liam opened a drawer and took out the broken pieces of the pendant. “When my parents died, the pendant cracked. But this time, it broke in two.”
Mr. Barrett picked it up and inspected it, murmuring, “There are two fine cracks branching off from it.”
Liam frowned deeply. “Since that day, I’ve had this uneasy feeling.”
He rubbed his fingers together–a small habit of his whenever he was stressed.
Seeing him like this stirred something in me.
He’d felt something when his parents died.
He’d also felt something when I died–when our children died.
Does that mean he might’ve started seeing me as part of his family?
Other than Grandma Dawson, could he have been my second real family?
