Chapter 361 The Lock’s Broken
Lydia shook her head, her lips pale from being bitten too hard. She seemed to be hiding something, her voice strained. “Nothing, I didn’t see anything.”
Cameron’s eyes flickered with suspicion.
Grabbing Lydia’s wrist, she pressed. “What did you see? Tell us, we can help.”
Lydia shook her head frantically, though her eyes welled up with tears of grievance.
Charlotte, irritated by Lydia’s exaggerated reaction, scolded her coldly, “Just spit it out. Who dares to bully you in the Aniston family?”
It was only after Charlotte’s words that Lydia hesitated, her voice barely a whisper, “I… I saw a woman being pulled into a room by Dalton…”
Her voice trailed off, tears spilling down her cheeks, making her appear pitiful and helpless.
Dylan’s face darkened immediately. “What nonsense is this?”
“Stop crying. If this really happened, Sir Aniston will take care of it,” Cameron tried to comfort her.
No one expected that Dalton would dare act so brazenly, even at the Aniston Villa.
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Charlotte felt a headache coming on. She knew her son, and she knew there had to be more to this story.
Instinctively, Charlotte scanned the crowd.
When she noticed that Meryl was missing, an uneasy feeling washed over her. After recalling her son’s words from earlier, Charlotte thought, “Dalton still seems to be hung up on Meryl.”
“Could he really have done something foolish in public? And why, if Lydia saw someone go into a room with Dalton, didn’t she try to stop it instead of running to inform everyone?”
The more Charlotte thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed.
The crowd had already started moving toward the main building, and it was too late for Charlotte to stop them.
Inside the room, Meryl opened the wardrobe and immediately spotted a familiar scarf hanging inside.
“Meryl, do you remember? This is the scarf I gave you all those years ago,” Dalton said.
Meryl did remember.
She had thrown the scarf into the trash when she decided to cut ties with Dalton. She had no idea why it was now hanging in his wardrobe.
It felt strange, and Dalton seemed to read the confusion on her face.
Chapter 361 The Lock’s Broken
As he spoke, Dalton moved closer to her.
He gently brushed his fingers against hers.
Startled, Meryl quickly pulled her hand away.
Despite the open windows, the scent of the drug still lingered in the air, making her feel lightheaded.
“The door’s locked. If I don’t get out soon…” she thought to herself.
“Chandler is good to me, and I care about him. Don’t bring up things like this again. You should throw that scarf away,” she said, her tone firm and cold. With that, she tugged at the door.
Dalton’s face darkened, hurt flashing across his features, and his eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“Throw the scarf away? How can you say that so easily?”
“Meryl, are you trying to erase everything we shared?”
Meryl shook her head. “No one can erase the past, but I’ve moved on. Dalton, you should move on too.”
“You’re wasting your energy. The lock’s broken today. It can only be opened from the outside,” Dalton muttered softly.
Meryl froze. She hadn’t expected such unfortunate timing.
“Was it you or Lydia who set this up, with the drug in the…