Chapter 172 Interrogating Jacob, Secrets Emerge
Catherine looked away.
With Timothy's hopeful eyes on her, she scoffed, "Stay away from me. Neither my grandma nor I will ever forgive you."
Timothy's face fell. He knew if Elodie found out what he'd done, she'd be furious. But fortunately, at least he hadn't done anything too crazy!
He sighed, then forced a smile. "Going to see Jacob? He should be awake by now. Got some questions for him, right?"
The folks at Ironclad Jail had their ways of waking people up—and putting them to sleep for good.
Catherine nodded. "Lead the way."
Timothy waved his hand dismissively. "Hurry up! Lead the way! And clean up that room over there. Get some comfortable chairs."
Catherine shot him a look but kept quiet.
She didn't acknowledge her connection to Timothy, but she needed his orders to see Jacob. He could say whatever he wanted.
After all, Timothy's constant targeting of the Windsor Family was enough to weigh on his conscience.
Ironclad Jail had many layers, from the black tower above to the deep sea below, with different cells.
Jacob was in an underground cell.
Timothy walked beside Catherine, leading her to Jacob's cell. "How was Elodie before?"
"She was always hungry but happy, and we could barely afford treatment when she was sick, but she had no regrets. Does that count as good?" Catherine didn't hold back.
When Elodie was sick, Catherine worked like crazy to make money, sleeping only two hours a day, waking up to draw designs, often making clothes and experimenting until midnight. She was terrified she wouldn't be able to keep Elodie alive. Oliver refused to spend a dime, always thinking Elodie had savings. Luckily, Catherine earned enough money, enough to have plenty left after Elodie passed, but still couldn't save her.
Timothy nodded. "Elodie had a bad memory. She probably forgot to tell you about me."
Catherine glanced at him, her tone icy. "No, grandma told me she had a brother. When you were young, you got slashed protecting her, from the corner of your eye to your chin, with several cuts on your body. She said she missed you, but she thought you were dead."
Timothy froze, realizing Elodie had always remembered him.
That past was known only to him and Elodie! The elderly Timothy, who had roamed the border for years, living a life of danger, felt a surge of emotion. His prematurely deceased Elodie had been his only salvation. "Did Elodie remember me?"
"She only told me she had a brother. It might not be you," Catherine teased.
"It must be me!" Timothy insisted. Elodie had only one brother.
Jacob's cell was neither too big nor too small, with all the essentials, and even a small bookshelf.
Sitting on the bed, Jacob looked refined and elegant, covered with Ironclad Jail's blanket, holding a book, looking like a scholar. But the white sheets were stained with blood, and the walls had blood that hadn't dried yet.
Timothy walked into the room, looked around, and brought over a chair, wiping it with his sleeve. "Catherine, have a seat. I'll stand."
Catherine glanced at the fawning Timothy and didn't refuse. After all, if she could sit, she wouldn't want to stand. Jacob put down his book and coughed a couple of times. "Timothy, what's the deal? Showing up with a crowd? And who's this young lady?"
Timothy knew Catherine's questions wouldn't be easy, so he dismissed his subordinates, leaving just himself and Alexander standing by.
Seeing Timothy's actions, Jacob got curious. He took off his black-framed glasses, which were missing one leg, and set them aside. "What's going on?"
Timothy's voice was cold. "She has some questions for you. You better answer honestly, or you know what'll happen."
Jacob chuckled, then started coughing violently, blood staining the sheets. "Timothy, look at me. I won't last long. I might not even know what you want."
Catherine spoke calmly, "Matthew is alive. I saved him."
At first, Jacob didn't care, but when he heard Catherine, his eyes widened! "What did you say? Matthew's okay? Why should I believe you?"
Since Jacob was caught while meeting Eli for Matthew's illness, it showed he cared about Matthew, just like Ethan.
Catherine lazily crossed her legs, the sound of her high heels echoing in the cell. She said with a wicked smile, "You don't have to believe me. I happened to put something else in Matthew's brain during surgery. Guess what it is?"
Jacob's pupils dilated to the extreme! "You!"
"Try to guess. If I get upset, will Matthew meet the Grim Reaper too? Then Ethan will have to bury both you and Matthew. It's quite tiring."
Jacob couldn't stay calm. "You can't do this. Matthew is innocent! He never did anything illegal. What do you want to know? Just ask me."
Seeing Jacob's reaction, Catherine nodded. "Okay. First question, do you know Oliver?"
Jacob frowned slightly, clearly not expecting Catherine to ask such a question. "Yes, we were college classmates."
"What major? What university? How was your relationship during college, and did you have any business dealings afterward?" she asked.
"Financial Engineering. Horizon University. Our relationship was average during college, and we had no dealings afterward," Jacob replied.
Catherine's tone turned cold. "Really? Think carefully. He visited you last year."
Jacob's expression changed as he looked at Catherine. "Since you know, why ask me? We have no business dealings, just classmates. We meet during holidays. Is there a problem?"
Catherine chuckled, thinking Oliver, a man who never acted without profit, wouldn't contact Jacob just for old times' sake. "Next question, do you know me?"
Jacob looked at Catherine for a moment, then shook his head. "No. Should I know you?"
Catherine leaned back in her chair, looking at Jacob more comfortably. "But I saw you at the Smith Villa last year. You even greeted me."
Jacob looked at Catherine suspiciously. "You remember wrong. I haven't been to the Smith Villa, nor have I seen you."
"Really? If you haven't seen me and don't know me, why did you hand me over to Oliver? I mean nineteen years ago, at Angel's Haven Orphanage!" she asked.
At the mention of the orphanage, Jacob's calm demeanor instantly vanished!
Catherine carefully observed Jacob's every expression. "Not knowing me, yet accurately sending me to the Smith Family, you were impressive!"
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