Revenge Forged in Prison
Chapter 127: He Should Live
Walden had questioned everyone, only to find the housekeepers' narratives strikingly similar, aligning perfectly with George's statement. Since Gianna, a witness, hadn't clearly seen the perpetrator's face, they had no choice but to question each person individually until they found a witness whose account differed.
The maid standing before them was the last one they needed to question. If her account was no different, they would have no choice but to call it a day.
“I’m not really sure about what’s going on with Mr. Caleb either. I’ve spent the entire day cleaning the mansion’s bathrooms, and even now, I haven’t had a moment to tend to myself.”
Seiren set down the feather duster and truthfully answered Walden’s questions.
Walden asked, “Mr. Quixall mentioned that he couldn’t find his car keys. Do you have any idea about this?”
Seiren shook her head.
“Mr. Quixall always keeps his car keys. The housekeepers have no right to touch them.”
Walden’s eyes lit up momentarily, “In that case…”
In the next instant, his hopes were completely shattered.
All Seiren said was, “However, sometimes after he’d been driving, he’d casually leave the keys on places like the coffee table. It’s possible that he lost them during one of those times.”
The lead had gone cold again, and Walden had no choice but to accept this reality. Nevertheless, he was persistent. “Ms. Salter, did you notice when the black Bentley returned?”
Since the car was still in the underground garage, it suggested that the culprit had driven it away, then quietly brought it back after the accident to make it seem as if nothing had happened. However, any fingerprints on the car had been meticulously erased by the perpetrator, leaving them without a single clue.
The area around the Quixall residence seldom saw passersby, and the household staff insisted they knew nothing about the matter concerning the black Bentley, as they were all preoccupied with their own tasks.
Walden was truly at a loss. His only hope rested on Seiren, and he was hoping she could say something different. Unfortunately, he was still left disappointed in the end.
Seiren honestly said, “No. I was busy cleaning the bathroom. I didn’t even know when Mr. Caleb had left, let alone when the car returned.”
Walden wasn’t sure how many times he had sighed by now. He said in disappointment, “I understand now. Thank you for your cooperation.”
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was stopped by Seiren. Turning around, he found himself looking directly into a pair of eyes that shimmered with unshed tears.
“Walden, will Mr. Caleb survive?”
Walden couldn’t be certain. All he could say was, “Maybe. Since we’ve found a blood donor, Mr. Jenkins’s chances of survival have significantly increased. If his will to live is strong enough, he should be able to make it back to see you all.”
The sparkle in Seiren’s eyes dimmed.
“Is that so… Then I might never see him again.”
The echo of heavy footsteps resonated distinctly down the hallway. Before Walden could fully comprehend the hidden implications of the words spoken, the captivating figure vanished from his sight.
Ever since Gianna heard the news brought by Walden, she had been in low spirits. She skipped dinner, sitting by Caleb’s sickbed to keep vigil alone. Lost in a daze, she suddenly felt a pang of thirst.
“Mr. Langford, help me…”
Halfway through her sentence, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Oh, my memory is terrible. Mr. Langford already told me he had some family matters to attend to back home. How could I have forgotten?”