"Our n are on their way to bring Dexter in for questioning," Zion said.
I hung up the phone and stared at Dexter.
If he was the one who ordered the hit, would the driver have given out his na that easily?
Besides, Dexter usually let Ewan handle things on his behalf, and Ewan would never ntion Dexter’s na.
It was evident that the driver had frad Dexter by alleging that he’d ordered him to hit Aunty Lisa with a car.
Zion must have also been aware that Dexter was frad, so he called in advance to give a heads–up.
Since Damien would only face a maximum of 15 days of detention, Aunty Lisa had no reason to stage this accident and jeopardize her own life.
Could it be that soone was attempting to provoke tension between the Blacks and the Colemans?
"Damien’s mother was hit by a car, so I’m heading to go to the hospital now. Stay ho and wait for , okay?" I was worried about what those ignorant netizens and the people behind this accident might do if they found Dexter leaving the house.
If the feud between the Colemans and the Blacks escalated because of Dexter, his position within the Black family would inevitably be affected.
Not to ntion, Martin would have the last laugh, and he’d be able to openly confront Dexter without facing any condemnation.
"Sophia..." Dexter wanted to follow .
"Be a dear and stay ho, okay?" I reminded him again. "Wait for at ho."
Dexter’s gaze turned dark, as if he were panicking. "You won’t lie to this ti... right?
But I knew that what he was trying to express was-
"You’ll co back to , won’t you?
I was startled for a mont. Then, I shook my head and replied, "No, I won’t. I’ll be back before you know it."
"Okay." Dexter nodded obediently. "Then, I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you until you’re ho."
At this, I felt a sudden tightness in my chest.
Nevertheless, I turned away from Dexter and requested Austin to arrange for soone to drive to the hospital.
Damien was still in police custody. But if he found out that his mother was badly injured in a car accident when he got released, he would undoubtedly go berserk again.
When I got downstairs, I saw Ewan going upstairs with a solemn expression. Then, I glanced back and saw Dexter standing in the shadows on the dimly lit second floor.
I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but there was an intimidating and ominous air
about him.
Just then, I noticed my shoelaces had co loose, so I squatted under the stairs to tie them.
"Damien seems to be bored out of his mind lately," ca Dexter’s low voice.
Ewan nodded in agreent. "It appears so."
Apparently, soone had staged this incident.
"Keep an eye on her. If anything ever happens..."
I caught fragnts of Dexter and Ewan’s conversation from downstairs.
Dexter’s voice sounded cold. It was completely different from the tone he used when speaking with .
But I thought that perhaps I was just hearing things, so I stood up on my tiptoes to get a better look. However, when I did, they were already gone.
Was Dexter truly a real dimwit?
"Mrs. Black, your driver is here," the nanny inford .
Before I got into the car, I instinctively glanced at a corner. I could tell that soone had been watching lately.
I suspected that Martin and his people might be up to sothing to get rid of the baby in my belly, so I’d been waiting for them to make their move.
However, although I could sense that I was being watched, never once had anyone co to hurt .
Sothing told that while soone was trying to kill and my baby, there were also people secretly protecting .
Otherwise, Martin and Dax should have targeted a long ti ago.
Aunty Lisa was taken to the Huma Hospital.
Although she was still unconscious, her condition had stabilized.
I sighed in relief when I visited her in the ward. Then, I anxiously asked the doctor, " When will she regain consciousness, doctor?"
"Maybe tomorrow. She suffered a concussion, but she should be fine," the doctor briefly explained before leaving.
Zion waited outside, his face filled with concern. "This is clearly a setup. Despite the lack of evidence, they still think it was Dexter who orchestrated the accident. And Damien might believe that it was Dexter too."
When Damien got out of jail, he would surely hate Dexter even more.
"If he had any common sense, he’d realize that this was a setup," I remarked, feeling a bit ticked off.
"If he had any sense, he wouldn’t have let Sophia die." Zion furrowed his brow.
Taken aback, I remained silent.
Zion was right.
"Thank goodness, Lisa is fine." Zion glanced toward the ward.
"I looked into that guy, Simon Foley. He’s been up to a lot of petty theft, but when it cos to murder, it’s unlikely. Without solid evidence, we gotta cut him loose," Zion
said, looking apologetic.
"There’s just sothing off about him," I murmured. "He’s barely a teenager, but he seems way more mature than that, and..."
I couldn’t explain the frightening aura that surrounded him, nor could I tell Zion that I was certain I’d seen him before my death.
But at this mont, I couldn’t even trust my own mories, especially given the semi- conscious state I was in before my death.
"There’s definitely sothing off about Simon. I’ll keep my eye on him," Zion said, giving a quick glance. "The doctor from the asylum where Dexter got knocked out confird that he’s got so serious ntal illness, the dangerous kind.
"Dexter might go to extres to hold onto what he wants, whether it’s things or people. And right now, it seems like we’re dealing with more than one murderer, and it’s organized. In fact, Dexter could be the ringleader, so we can’t completely rule him out."
I fell silent.
"If the evidence eventually points to Dexter being the mastermind, what would you do?" Zion asked .
"I’m not sure..." I dodged the question. I didn’t know what I’d do if Dexter turned out to be the mastermind behind everything.
Before, it was due to insufficient evidence. But what if they managed to gather all the evidence?
"If Simon is truly one of the murderers, and Dexter has been secretly sheltering him, he wouldn’t be able to shake off our suspicion." Zion looked at , seemingly wanting to tell more, yet hesitating at the sa ti.
I knew there were things that, as a cop, he couldn’t tell , especially things regarding their investigation.
Even though there were nurous truths and evidence unknown to , he still couldn’t disclose them.
But now that Zion had specifically brought up these matters, I started to feel uneasy.
Could there be actual evidence pointing to Dexter?
I nervously looked at Zion. "Have you found sothing?"
Zion remained silent for a while before speaking, "This case is a major concern for the higher–ups, it’s a serial murder case, and with so many deaths... Our heads are all on the line."
I tightly clenched my hands, not knowing what Zion ant by this.
Would they just bla everything on Dexter if there was evidence that he was at the cri scene?
"Many people’s fate is hinging on this, so we can’t tolerate further loss of life." Zion leaned against the door of the ergency exit. He wanted to light a cigarette, but he gave after glancing at .
He said, "Dexter was a victim back then, so he has sufficient motive to commit the cri."
"If he possessed a motive for the cri, he wouldn’t surrender himself. He’s not that foolish!" I didn’t know why I was defending Dexter. After all, he was the one I suspected the most too in the beginning.
I could tell that there were things that Zion was hesitating to tell . Yet, I wasn’t soone he could trust.
"Sofia, you should understand that you’re also one of the primary suspects we’re investigating."
Indeed, Zion must have thoroughly investigated as well.
"Sofia, I hope... you’re not involved in this," Zion sighed and looked at aningfully.
I instinctively looked at him.
They must have found sothing.
"Sofia? Co with us for questioning," the cops said when they arrived.
I was caught off guard, but I had seen this day coming.
After all, Sofia had been quietly funding those holess orphans like Jean Chester. And since Jean’s brother, Cyrus Chester, failed to assassinate Juliet, it would eventually drag into the ss.
"Zion..." I whispered. "Can I contact Dexter? He’s waiting for at ho."
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