After listening to the bodyguard’s report, Fernando’s expression turned grave. He ended the call with a sharp tone and looked at Matthew, his voice low and serious. “Mr. Clark, the Wheeler family knows about Robin’s death. They’re furious and have Left Osemery for Seamarsh.”
Matthew’s voice was steady but urgent. “Is Stella still at the Clark family residence?”
“Yes, she is,” Fernando replied without delay.
Matthew rose from his chair in a swift, determined motion. “Neville, keep digging into my memory loss. I want answers.” He turned to Fernando.
“Let’s go.”
Meanwhile, at the Clark family residence, Stella was trying to settle into a semblance of peace. After being discharged from the hospital, Lucia had persuaded her to stay, emphasizing the tranquil environment and heightened security. Considering her unborn child and the safety the estate offered, Stella had reluctantly agreed.
That morning, after breakfast, Stella joined Lucia for a peaceful stroll in the garden.
Their calm was interrupted when the butler hurried toward them, informing them about Betsey and Leona’s arrival.
Before they could react, Leona and Betsey stormed into the garden, their expressions blazing with fury.
Stella instinctively stepped before Lucia, shielding her with a protective stance. Her eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation. The hostility radiating from Leona and Betsey made it clear—they weren’t here for a friendly visit.
Betsey’s voice was a shrill cry of fury, her accusation cutting through the tense air. “Stella! You murdered my son! You’ll pay for this with your life!”
Lucia could no Longer hold back. Frowning deeply, she interjected, “The investigation is still ongoing. Robin’s death pains me too, and I understand your grief. But Stella would never kill anyone.”
Her voice was resolute, brimming with unwavering trust in Stella.
Betsey, however, reacted with venom, lashing out at Lucia. “You meddlesome old woman, always shielding your own! My son was killed because of your family!”
Leona joined in, her voice shaking with the anguish of losing her grandson. “That’s right! The Clark family is a curse-bringing nothing but disaster. First, my granddaughter broke her legs for Matthew, and now my grandson is dead!”
Their harsh accusations stung, leaving Lucia momentarily speechless.
Stella stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “Please, calm down. The investigation isn’t over yet, and you can’t accuse me without evidence. We can wait for the police investigation.”
But Betsey and Leona refused to listen, their grief fueling their anger.
They demanded retribution, insisting Stella pay for Robin’s death.
In her rage, Betsey suddenly lunged at Stella, Landing a slap across her face.
“You vile woman!” she shouted, and as she raised her hand to strike again, Stella caught her wrist.
At that exact moment, Matthew entered the garden.
Lucia, as though spotting a lifeline, turned to him urgently. “Matthew, please take care of this.”
Betsey and Leona hesitated briefly at the sight of him, but their grief quickly emboldened them again.