Chapter 146
The Williams Manor was bought by her parents as a wedding gift over twenty years ago. It was where she grew up, filled with her laughter and joy.
But everything changed after her mom passed away, her dad remarried, and she got a younger sister. It stopped feeling like home and became just a place to eat and sleep.
Six years ago, her dad died, and her stepmom took off with her sister and all the money. Rachel locked up the villa and never looked back. Now, as she returned, the villa looked the same, but it felt different, like everything had changed.
With a sigh, Rachel pulled out her key to open the door. Suddenly, she remembered something, frowned, and quickly took out the key Catherine had given her.
"Strange!" Rachel muttered, looking at the two keys in her hand. One was from Catherine, and the other was her own.
Catherine had said it was the key to the Williams Manor. But Rachel's own key was also for the Williams Manor, and they didn't match.
When she got the key from Catherine, she didn't remember she already had one, so she didn't notice the difference. She brought her own key because it had an access card for the villa area.
It seemed like the key Catherine gave her had an issue; either the villa had changed locks, or it was for another door.
Thinking this, Rachel glanced at the villa door, walked over, and found that the lock hadn't been changed. The key Catherine gave her must be for another door, but she didn't know which one.
"I should go in and take a look first," Rachel muttered, then opened the villa door and went inside.
The villa was empty, stripped of everything. The furniture and appliances had all been sold by her stepmom and sister. Only a thick layer of dust covered the floor, perfect for leaving footprints.
Rachel sneered, then took the key Catherine had given her and tried it on each room door. Finally, she successfully opened the door to the storage room.
Indeed, anything of value in the villa had been sold by her stepmom and sister, so it was obvious that only the storage room might have something left.
Rachel pushed open the storage room door, and a cloud of dust hit her face. She quickly covered her mouth and nose, stepping back while waving a hand in front of her.
After the dust settled, Rachel uncovered her mouth and nose, turned on the light, and went inside. "Oh my!" Looking at the cobweb-filled and messy storage room, Rachel felt a headache coming on. She almost wanted to give up trying to find anything in all this mess.
But ultimately, Rachel exhaled deeply and forced herself to search through the mess. After all, she was already there, and if she didn't search now, she would have to do it another time anyway.
After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Rachel's hair, clothes, and face were all dirty. But fortunately, she finally found a box that might contain the necklace Catherine mentioned.
It was an unlocked small leather case, which Rachel easily opened. The contents were abundant and disorganized, featuring lipsticks and foundations from ten years ago, as well as various earrings and bracelets.
Rachel rummaged through it and finally found a necklace. "Is this the one?" Rachel held up the necklace, tilting her head to get a better look.
There was no other necklace in the storage room, so it had to be this one. But what secret could a dusty old necklace hold? Rachel was puzzled as she put the necklace down and poked at the red agate on it.
Suddenly, she squinted her eyes suspiciously, realizing that the necklace looked familiar, like she had seen it somewhere before. Rachel thought for a moment, then her eyes widened. She blurted out, "Charlotte!"
She had seen it on Charlotte's neck, who had a necklace with a similar design. At the time, Rachel thought Charlotte was just being sentimental, unwilling to change such an old-fashioned and dull necklace. Now it seemed that Charlotte wore that necklace for a reason, not just sentimentality.
But what was the connection between Charlotte's necklace and the one in her hand? It couldn't be just a coincidence that they looked similar. The back of the pendant on this necklace had the letters "DT."
DT was a world-renowned luxury brand, and their jewelry was almost always unique, so it was unlikely that there would be two similar designs. Therefore, either one of the necklaces was fake, or they were definitely related.
Thinking this, Rachel put the necklace in her bag and quickly left the Williams Manor. Half an hour later, she arrived at the mall and walked into the DT jewelry counter.
"Hello, miss. How can I help you?" The sales assistant asked with a smile.
Rachel took out the necklace from her bag and asked, "I want to know if this necklace is from your brand."
The sales assistant took the necklace, examined it carefully, and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, miss. This necklace looks quite old, and I'm not sure if it's from our brand. Please wait a moment; I'll ask our manager to take a look."
"Okay." Rachel nodded. The sales assistant poured her a cup of coffee and then went to find the manager.
Rachel sipped her coffee and waited patiently. After about ten minutes, she saw the manager and the previous sales assistant coming out.
"Miss, is this necklace yours?" The manager asked.
Rachel nodded. "To be precise, it was left by my father."
"Oh, I see." the store manager smiled, placing the necklace on the black velvet cloth. "Miss, this necklace is indeed from our collection. I just checked our database, and it was custom-designed by one of our designers over twenty years ago for a gentleman named Mr. Brown."
"Mr. Brown?" Rachel thought of Charlotte, her eyes flickering. She asked, "Ethan Brown?"
"Yes, according to the records, Mr. Brown had this necklace designed for his wife and daughter when his wife gave birth to a daughter. The necklace you have is the daughter's necklace." The manager explained, though he was puzzled.
The necklace was ordered by Ethan, and Rachel said it was left by her father, so Ethan must be her father. But she called Ethan by his full name, and her tone was a bit cold. The manager guessed that their relationship might not be good.
Rachel frowned. So the two necklaces were indeed related. Charlotte's necklace was for the mother, and the one in her hand was for the daughter. That meant the necklace in her hand should belong to Mandy. But why was it in the Williams family? Did something happen between the Williams family and the Brown family over twenty years ago?
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