novelraw Chapter 381 - 409 Evidence
Chapter 381 - 409 Evidence
The servants passing by in the villa all walked gingerly, and when they saw him come out, they all gave him a look.
This was the first time in so many years that the two sisters were so intimately leaning against each other.
The elders of the family either died or got injured, and in the end, only these two young girls were left.
No matter what happened between the two in the past, everyone hoped they could get along peacefully in the future.
Seeing them now calmly sleeping together, the family members also breathed a sigh of relief.
*
Daisy Ginger slept until the next morning.
When she woke up, the sunlight was just right.
She lay on the bed, looking at the familiar ceiling of her home, with a sense of time-travel-like illusion.
—As if Alice Lesser wasn’t dead yet, she was still the CEO of Ginger Group, and Abigail Perry would soon be shrieking from downstairs.
The months she lived in Chicago were all just a dream.
Soon, Daisy’s thoughts shifted from confusion back to calmness.
She supported her forehead, slowly sat up from the bed, and from her angle, she could see the garden downstairs, where the butler was strolling with Emily Ginger.
The clear sunlight shone on them, carrying a faint warmth. As Emily walked, she seemed to sense Daisy’s gaze, turned her head, and waved her hand at her.
Daisy watched for a while, got out of bed, and barefoot went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.
After a night’s rest, her complexion looked much better.
Then she went downstairs to have breakfast.
...
"Miss, these are Madam’s belongings, all brought to you as you requested."
In the living room, Daisy Ginger was sitting on the sofa, and the coffee table in front of her was piled high with trivial things that Abigail Perry used before she jumped off the building.
Daisy’s sudden return and unexpected demands made the family nervous. After placing the pile of things on the table, they all retreated to the side.
Daisy nodded, softly said, "You all can leave now."
The servants nodded, walked away quietly, leaving Daisy alone in the hall, facing the small mountain of clutter in front of her.
Abigail Perry was now in the hospital, in a state between life and death. The items she left behind, which couldn’t be used anymore, were neatly packed and piled in her room.
The things moved here were those from her room.
Sitting on the sofa, Daisy glanced over the dresses and cosmetics, gently pinching the bridge of her nose.
She remembered that during the time just before Alice’s accident, Abigail was in particularly high spirits, going to the beauty salon for treatments and hairdos every day and buying a heap of clothes unfit for her age. A pile of lavish outfits with tags still intact was in front of her.
She thought Abigail was seeing a man, and even had someone look into it, but Abigail wasn’t involved with any man outside, so she let it be.
Thinking back now, the changes in Abigail during that period were oddly suspicious.
No man outside...
What about inside the house?
Daisy pursed her lips, went through the items on the coffee table, and found a stack of beauty salon cards.
Jewelry, accessories, and clothes were all there, nothing was missing or extra.
Daisy spent two hours going through all the things Abigail bought during that time, but found nothing.
Besides realizing Abigail had gone into a springtime self-admiring phase, Daisy didn’t find any clues connecting to anyone else.
Daisy sat on the sofa, turned her head, and looked at the butler.
The old butler understood and stepped forward to softly ask, "What is it, Miss?"
"Where is her phone?" Daisy frowned, "Why isn’t it here?"
"Madam...had the phone on her when she jumped, it was shattered when found. But the SIM card was kept, I can go upstairs to fetch it if you like."
Daisy nodded in acknowledgment and asked after the butler brought the SIM card, "During that period, besides going out for beauty treatments, was there anything unusual at home?"
If Robert Stephens hadn’t mentioned Alice Lesser, she might have thought that Abigail orchestrated the nurse to push Alice into the river as a revenge against her, and after being caught, was scared into committing suicide out of guilt.
After all, the name Robert Stephens had no direct link to Abigail Perry.
At that time, she merely thought it absurd that Abigail would harm Alice just because she believed Daisy caused Emily Ginger to go mad. But thinking about it calmly now—if Abigail truly hated her, wouldn’t it be more direct to hire someone to kill her? Why go to such lengths and involve Alice?
Back then, it seemed unbelievable, but now, she was gradually uncovering part of the truth.
Only now did she need evidence.
Evidence of a connection between Abigail Perry and Robert Stephens so that she could be resolute...
Daisy lowered her head, staring at the small SIM card in her hand, her eyes darkening.
Who was Abigail Perry calling during that time?
*
Daisy went to the telecom office.
Using Abigail Perry’s ID, she retrieved the call records from Abigail’s SIM card.
Abigail’s social interactions were very straightforward, a few wealthy friends, some poker buddies, and then Emily Ginger.
Until one special number caught her attention.
It was a foreign phone number, appearing very out of place in Abigail’s call records.
Initially, Abigail called that number.
Then, gradually, the two had frequent communications.
Eventually, it was Abigail making all the calls, sometimes talking for an hour at a time.
The final call took place before Abigail jumped off the building.
That call wasn’t long, just a few minutes, but after hanging up, within half an hour, Abigail committed suicide.
Daisy left the telecom office, sat on a bench on the street, somewhat dazed.
She hadn’t expected the evidence to be in such a visible place, one she could uncover just with a bit of effort.
Perhaps the other party hadn’t even considered her worth bothering about, never thought to conceal anything.
Because she wasn’t their target.
Her family’s collapse and demise were merely sidelined consequences in a confrontational game between him and Edward Stephens.
It was just that she was too unlucky.
She also asked the telecom staff to trace the origin of that foreign number, only to be informed it hadn’t been used since Abigail’s suicide.
...
A phone number alone sometimes doesn’t amount to evidence.
Daisy knew that even if she handed that number to the police, and they traced it to Robert Stephens, it probably still wouldn’t deliver justice for Alice.
No person was directly killed by him.
Neither was Abigail pushed by him.
Using someone else to kill, his hands were clean, leaving the law powerless against him.