Observing Katelyn’s cautious approach, Lindsay offered a disarming smile and struck up a conversation.
“Katelyn, how Long have you been with the Clarks?” she asked, her voice dripping with feigned innocence, as if she were merely making conversation.
Katelyn fidgeted slightly, her voice nervous. “Miss Wheeler, I’ve been with the Clark family for five years.”
Lindsay studied her with a calm but piercing gaze. “And in those five years, were you always caring for Lucia?”
“Yes, Miss Wheeler,” Katelyn replied quickly. “I was with her the entire time.
Lindsay tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. “And now that you’re working for me, how are you finding the adjustment?”
Katelyn hesitated, her words catching briefly. “I’m… adjusting well, Miss Wheeler,” she said softly.
Lindsay reached for a box on the table, pulling out a gleaming diamond bracelet. She held it out toward Katelyn, letting the Light catch the stones as she spoke with an understated warning in her tone. “Katelyn, while you’re working for me, there’s one thing you must always remember; speak less and do more. Know what to say and, more importantly, what not to say. This bracelet is for you, a small token of my appreciation. Don’t give me a reason to regret it.”
Katelyn nodded hesitantly, her trembling hands betraying her fear as she reached out for the bracelet. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure if she should accept it.
But Lindsay’s firm gaze Left no room for refusal. “Take it,” Lindsay said coolly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.
With no other choice, Katelyn accepted the bracelet, murmuring a timid “Thank you” before scurrying out of the room.
As the door clicked shut, Lindsay’s polite smile dissolved into a cold, calculating expression. Her mind wandered back to the day she had discovered Stella’s pen; Katelyn had been there.
Lindsay’s Lips curled into a tight smile. She couldn’t afford any loose ends. Katelyn’s silence was crucial, and she would make sure of it.
Without hesitation, Lindsay picked up the phone and dialed Betsey’s number, informing her about Robin’s death.
Meanwhile, the investigation into Robin’s death was progressing at a frustratingly slow pace. Three days had passed, and yet, the police had no new leads.
In Matthew’s office, Fernando and Neville sat, their frustration palpable as the weight of the situation settled over them.
Neville leaned forward, brow furrowed in thought. “This wasn’t random. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. I’d bet everything I have on it.”
Matthew remained silent, his gaze distant, lost in thought as he processed Neville’s words.
Neville pressed on, his voice steady but insistent. “If Stella hasn’t wronged anyone, could they be targeting you instead? Using her to get to you?”
Matthew’s gaze flicked to Neville, sharp and calculating, but he didn’t respond right away, his mind clearly working through the possibilities.
Unperturbed, Neville continued, “The investigation in Sothrea was abruptly cut off, and we still haven’t uncovered the truth behind your memory loss. Could these events be connected? Someone pulling the strings behind both?”
Matthew shifted his attention to Fernando, his expression intense. “What about the Charles family? Any movement on their part?”
Fernando’s response was quick and calm. “No, nothing yet. They’ve been silent in Lyllmann.”
Just then, Fernando’s phone buzzed. He quickly glanced at the caller ID and relayed to Matthew, “It’s the bodyguard monitoring the Wheeler family.”