Chapter 66: You Are Innocent

George inexplicably felt a wave of anxiety.

He approached the area with the flaw, reaching out to fiddle with it.

Finished

Figuring the plank was likely inside, George intended to install it. At the very least, he had to make the room look somewhat presentable.

After a long while of searching, all he managed to gather was a handful of dust.

What the h*ll? What were these workers thinking, leaving the pipe exposed like that? The more George thought about it, the angrier he became.

He disregarded Yelena and Caleb, then turned and walked out the door.

Caleb glanced sideways at the door. Is he mad because he didn’t find the things?

He hadn’t stolen anything anyway, so it would have been strange if they had managed to find it.

Yelena smiled. “Caleb, that’s wonderful. You’re innocent! Dad must have gone to find a doctor for you. With a doctor’s treatment, it won’t be long before your wound heals completely. There won’t even be any scars.”

Closing his eyes, Caleb gently pushed Yelena away. “You should go now. I need to rest.”

Reluctantly, Yelena took a few steps back. “Rest well, then. I’ll call you when the doctor arrives.”

Caleb didn’t respond. He grasped the doorknob, ready to close the door.

Right then, a few housekeepers hurried over, respectfully addressing Caleb, saying, “Mr. Caleb, Mr. Quixall mentioned that the sink in your room is clogged. We’ve come specifically to fix it.”

Caleb was momentarily taken aback. Then, he uttered nonchalantly, “I can fix it myself. I don’t need your help.” Why is he pretending to be kind after having harbored suspicions toward me previously?

“No, this is Mr. Quixall’s order. I kindly ask for your understanding, Mr. Caleb.”

Caleb was infuriated. “None of you respect me, so why bother referring to me as ‘Mr. Caleb?’”

The housekeeper apologized with a bow, then squeezed past Caleb to enter the bathroom.

Caleb trailed closely behind, curious to see what they were really up to.

Upon entering the bathroom, he saw a housekeeper busy at work, armed with tools to unclog the drainage system. A few others were wielding brooms, diligently sweeping away the dust. Everyone was focused on their tasks, working in an orderly and efficient manner.

Once Caleb saw that they were almost finished with the cleaning, he began to usher them out. “All right. That’s enough. Your Mr. Quixall rarely visits my room, so even if there’s a lot of dust, he won’t notice.”

The housekeeper awkwardly said, “Mr. Caleb, the orders from Mr. Quixall are absolute. We dare not disobey. Please bear with us a little longer. We’re about to finish our tasks.”

After they spoke, they seemed to disregard Caleb’s presence, resuming their work.

Caleb knew he was in the Quixall residence, a place where he had no authority. Hence, he reluctantly left the bathroom, readying himself to rest a bit on the bed.

After he left, the housekeeper cleaned up again, also taking the opportunity to check the condition of the ceiling.

Just as George had said, the hole was indeed filled with dust.

The housekeeper in charge of repairing the ceiling held onto the broomstick, probing the contents within.

Not long after, someone would bring a new board over. Before sealing it off, it was crucial to ensure that there were no foreign objects inside.

After fumbling for a few seconds, the housekeeper was taken aback. “What is this thing?”

He called over his companions. Collectively, they brainstormed on how to retrieve the object from within the hole.

When those items were presented before them, they were greatly shocked.

That was because those were all invaluable jewels. Any single one of them could cover a person’s living expenses for a lifetime.

The exorbitant amount could even last a lifetime without being exhausted.

“Quickly inform Mr. Quixall. We may have found the items that Ms. Sherman lost!”

Upon hearing the outcry, Caleb hurried over to investigate.

The moment he laid eyes on those things, he felt as if he had plunged into an ice cellar; even his blood seemed to run cold.