Chapter 711 Never Forgiving Her!

“At that time, we didn’t suspect anything. I didn’t even think about it until a scream came from upstairs,” Bounty inhaled deeply before continuing. “We were startled and quickly went upstairs to my room. I opened the door first and saw a scene I’ll never forget: Annabelle and Rory, rolling on my bed, their clothes torn and disheveled.”

“I can’t recall exactly what happened next; I froze. But I remember running out. While descending the stairs, I fell, and my baby was gone!” Tears welled in Bounty’s eyes.

Olive hugged Bounty’s trembling shoulder, gently patting her. “Principal Bounty, it’s all in the past now.”

“No,” Bounty shook her head. “It’s not in the past. I still have nightmares. Do you know the child was surgically removed from my womb? Olive, I can’t forget that.”

Olive loved Bounty deeply. The loss of a child was unbearable for any mother. Comforting words seemed futile; she could only pat Bounty’s back and silently grieve with her.

After Bounty’s crying subsided, she looked at Olive. “Olive, I’ll never forgive Annabelle. Stay away from her. She’s not a good person.”

Olive’s eyes brightened. “Principal Bounty, that incident was strange. If Aunt Annabelle wanted to cheat on Alpha with Rory, why choose your birthday, and your room? Why risk being caught?”

“My brother grounded Annabelle. She didn’t have a chance to cheat; my birthday gave her one.”

“Even so, what if she was framed?”

Bounty sneered. “Olive, do you think we didn’t check? We checked the mansion’s surveillance cameras.”

“The video shows Annabelle seeking out Rory after dinner and inviting him to the room. She entered first. Rory, initially reluctant, succumbed to temptation and followed. They immediately got into bed. Rory himself confirmed this. It’s on camera; the evidence is irrefutable. Do you still think she was framed?”

Olive frowned. She knew the Augustine family wasn’t ordinary. With such a significant incident, Mrs. Samantha and Alpha would have investigated thoroughly.

The surveillance footage and Rory’s confession made it difficult for Annabelle to escape. Things were more complicated than she’d imagined. Further discussion would only agitate Bounty.

“Oh,” Bounty laughed, “Later, I opened his locked drawer. It was full of Annabelle’s portraits.”

“After everything we shared, he forgot about me and fell for Annabelle.”

“With the baby gone, I was in despair. I filed for divorce. He was ashamed and signed the agreement. Then he left Canada. I never want to see him again.”

Olive analyzed the situation, searching for clues. She still needed to find Rory before drawing conclusions.

“Principal Bounty, if you trust me, let me investigate.”

“Olive, after all I’ve said, do you still think Annabelle is a good person?”

Olive held Bounty’s hand. “Principal Bounty, if Aunt Annabelle isn’t a good person, let me expose her. Isn’t that better?”

Bounty was startled.

“If Aunt Annabelle is good, it means there’s another secret. Principal Bounty, don’t you want to find the real murderer? Do you want your baby’s death to be in vain?” Olive asked, her voice sonorous and powerful.

Bounty was stunned. After a long time, she looked exhausted. “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Olive squeezed Bounty’s hand. Something felt amiss about the incident. Since then, much had happened between Alpha and Annabelle, events seemingly connected. Long ago, someone planted seeds of discord within the Augustine family.

In other words, someone was always watching the Augustine family from the shadows. Who was this messenger, and what was their purpose?

Olive felt a suspicion, a sense of something just out of reach. Her clear eyes sharpened, radiating determination. She was unafraid of challenges.

“Principal Bounty, you’re tired. I’ll drive you home. From today, I’ll see you every day.” Olive felt the shadow messenger had cracked open a space in Bounty’s heart. Since it started with Bounty, she suspected the messenger would target her again.

Bounty nodded. “Okay, Olive. And, there’s something I need to tell you!”

Olive pursed her lips. “Go ahead, Principal. I’m listening.”

“It’s about Elvis, Olive. You need to prepare yourself mentally.”

As Olive saw Bounty’s grave expression, she composed herself. “Principal Bounty, what’s wrong with Mr. Augustine? Did something happen to him?”