Marriage With A Evil Heart

She wouldn’t carry this thing with her at all! The most suitable place should be the kitchen, convenient for her operations.

I even unpacked each of the medicine packets that had not been brewed yet, also comparing the ingredients.

No results. So I went to Sherry’s room. In fact, I rarely entered her room. There were quite a few things, with a closet full of clothes. I checked it and found nothing belonging to Robert.

She had been in my home for too long, becoming a member of this family, even ambitiously wanting to become the mistress here!

On the dressing table, I saw a pile of high-end cosmetics, including the same perfume bottle as mine. I was sure Robert gave her these.

I didn’t have time to check these things thoroughly. Instead, I meticulously searched every corner of her room, but still found nothing suspicious. I was exhausted, seeing stars in my tired eyes. I didn’t even have the strength to stand, and my heart was pounding as if it was about to explode.

I sat on the floor, calculating in my mind. Could it be used up?

Considering the situation in the last two days, they didn’t seem to have discovered my condition. I was very careful, without any mistakes!

For safety, I shivered as I picked up the phone to call Robert. After a long time, he finally answered. I asked about Charles’s condition, and he said it was acute pneumonia, currently receiving intravenous fluids.

I asked when the treatment would be finished and whether hospitalization was needed.

Robert said the doctor advised observing for a while, asking me not to worry.

After hanging up, I was aware they wouldn’t return for a while. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or sad.

I sat for a while longer before gritting my teeth and standing up. I couldn’t let my son’s illness go in vain. I had to seize the time and try to find more clues.

My gaze once again swept over every part of the room. I had checked every place that could hold a liquid, but there was nothing to be found. Breathing heavily, I leaned against one side of the wardrobe in frustration. Unexpectedly, the wardrobe shifted slightly, startling me.

The movement piqued my curiosity. How could such a heavy wardrobe move so easily with a gentle touch? I reached out to test and was shocked to see the wardrobe effortlessly slide, revealing a secret door.

I was left dumbfounded. How did I not know about this hidden door? What had happened in this house?

This door…

My mind raced. Next to the nanny’s room should be… the study. This secret door was a sliding door that could accommodate one person. I opened the hidden door and found another wall inside. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a bookshelf.

Summoning my courage, I pushed the bookshelf, and it rotated like a revolving door, exposing another space. I walked in…

It was indeed the study, and the door was the bookshelf behind Robert’s chair. When closed, it looked completely inconspicuous.

I stood in front of the bookshelf in a daze, surveying the study, and suddenly, the lingering doubts in my mind were unraveled.

No wonder that night, I clearly saw Robert going to Sherry’s room, but he suddenly appeared in the study. And why was the study locked? Everything suddenly made sense.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

It seemed that Robert had locked all the drawers, presumably to guard against Sherry. But why would he create such a door?

Moreover, how did he know that I would go to the study room?