GoodReadChapter 407
Sylvia smiled and maintained a perfectly obedient behavior.
Odell seemed greatly relieved to hear this. He pinched her cheeks and kissed her on the lips a few
times, then he spoke, “Get some rest. Remember to watch Grandma at night."
With that, he rolled over and got out of bed.
Seeing his figure departing, Sylvia suddenly called out to him, "Odell."
He stopped and turned back at her.
Sylvia asked in a low voice, "Did you tell anyone about what I did to Grandma with Edmund?"
His face darkened. "Do you think I'll let people know about me being cuckolded?"
Sylvia smiled apologetically and said, "Don't be upset. I just want to know if it’s still possible for me to
right my wrongs.”
Odell gave her an unpleasant look and walked out.
Sylvia's expression dropped in an instant.
She remembered that Odell immediately brought her here after what happened to Grandma. The
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtinformation she gathered suggested that he immediately cleaned up the scene so nobody could tell
what happened. This seemed like a rather curious point to her.
Since she knew it was not her nor Edmund who pushed Grandma, what evidence was there to clear
from the scene?
Once again, she placed her suspicions on Tara.
Even Sherry was not aware of what happened to Grandma, and Odell could not possibly tell her either.
How did she find out?
Was she there when it happened?
She must have been responsible for what happened!
A few days later.
Sylvia woke up around noon and immediately heard Tara's voice downstairs.
She was talking to Violet. She had come to see Madam Carter again.
Sylvia's eyes flickered, and she proceeded to head downstairs.
By this point, Tara had already entered Madam Carter’s room.
Violet had gone out to prepare food for them, leaving Tara by herself.
She stared at the elderly woman sleeping soundly on the bed. It seemed like she would wake up when
people least expected it. Something flashed in her eyes, but she did not dare draw closer to the
bedridden old lady.
‘Damned old fart, hurry up and die already.’
She cursed silently, but still made sure to wear the same compassionate expression.
The first time she came in, she immediately noticed the camera perched on the ceiling. She knew that
even if nobody else was present in the room, she could not show any disrespect to the sleeping
Madam Carter.
She continued looking ahead with a thousand-yard stare. She suddenly heard a noise from behind her.
She nearly jumped when she detected the presence of another person in the room with her.
"Heh." Sylvia, who was standing by the door, chuckled.
Tara turned and noticed that it was Sylvia. She immediately glared at her and said with unconcealed
anger, "Sylvia, don’t you know to knock on the door when entering?”
Sylvia leaned against the door frame and regarded her with a queer look before mentioning, "Tara, this
is my house.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTara retorted, "This is Madam Carter’s room."
“Your point being?” Sylvia asked sardonically.
Madam Carter’s room was still part of the house, was it not?
Tara clenched her hands and said, "I know this is your house, but it's rude to spook me like this.”
“Spook you? When did I do that? Did I suddenly shout to scare you?” Sylvia narrowed her eyes. "Or
perhaps it’s because you’re feeling guilty?"
The look in Tara’s eyes transformed. She instinctively drew herself away from Sylvia and suddenly
exclaimed, "What am I guilty of? Enough nonsense! I didn't do anything."
Sylvia laughed heartily. "What are you getting so defensive about? I never said that you did anything
that you should feel guilty about.”
"It seems that you still don't welcome me so I’ll leave,” she said and immediately strutted out of the
room.
She vanished in the blink of an eye as if wary of being exposed.
Sylvia’s expression darkened.
If she was unsure before, she was now certainly convinced that Tara was in one way or another
involved in Grandma’s accident.
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