Chapter 58 Was It You Who Did It?
The smell was the same as the body wash that got on his hands in the shower. So why did Rachel's body wash scent linger here? It didn't make sense unless the body wash that made Rachel fall wasn't hers.
Besides, Mandy had used this bathroom before leaving. Then it was clear whose body wash caused Rachel to fall.
Michael tightened his grip on the bathrobe, his cold eyes locked on a bottle of body wash in the cabinet. The bottle was see-through, and less than half of it was left.
So where did the rest go? The answer was obvious.
Michael's face darkened as he tossed the bathrobe aside and stormed out of the bathroom.
In the living room, Mandy was on the couch, chatting on the phone with Emily. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw Michael's icy expression. Her heart skipped a beat, but she forced a smile. "Michael, done showering already?"
She wondered, 'Why is he looking at me like that?'
"Mandy, why aren't you talking?" Emily's voice came from the phone.
Mandy replied with a smile, "Mrs. Smith, it's late. I'll talk to you later. You should get some rest. Goodbye!"
She hung up and put the phone on the coffee table, walking toward Michael.
The closer she got, the more she felt his terrifying gaze. Mandy felt uneasy but kept her cool. She leaned in, trying to rest in his arms. "Michael, what's wrong? Bad mood?"
He looked down at her and took a step back.
Mandy stumbled, almost falling, and looked at Michael with surprise and hurt. "Michael, you..."
"Did you make Rachel fall unconscious in the shower?" Michael cut her off, his face grim, his eyes piercing hers with an intensity that made her shiver.
Mandy didn't have time to process how he could suspect her. She shook her head, her voice rising in panic. "Of course not, Michael. Why would you think that?"
Her face showed unhappiness and anger, as if she couldn't accept his accusation. She thought Michael would comfort her as usual, tell her not to be angry, and reassure her it was all a mistake.
Mandy's face changed. Concrete evidence? She knew he never lied. So, he really had proof.
Mandy panicked, her eyes filled with fear. She began, "Michael, I..."
Michael interrupted her again, his voice cold and unwavering. "The body wash that caused Rachel to fall was a lot, and it smelled just like yours. Your body wash is custom-made; no one else could have the same scent."
Mandy's eyes widened in shock, but Michael continued, relentless. "Also, when you left, everything you brought was new and unopened, but your body wash was half gone. These pieces of evidence are enough to prove what you did."
After speaking, Michael looked at her as if she were a stranger and asked the question that had been on his mind, "Mandy, are you really the pure and kind girl who wrote letters to me?"
Mandy's body stiffened, and her hands and feet turned cold. Panic surged through her—what should she do? He was starting to doubt her identity! No, she had to dispel his doubts quickly, or everything would be over.
Mandy suddenly bit her lip and started crying, her sobs mixed with coughing fits. "Michael, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. I'm sorry." She coughed until her face turned red, her body swaying as if she could faint at any moment.
Seeing her so fragile, Michael felt a pang of heartache. He patted her back gently to help her with the coughing. "The person you should apologize to isn't me," he said, his voice softer but still firm.
"Yes, I'll apologize to Ms. Williams tomorrow," Mandy said quickly, clinging to his arm and shaking it, her voice pleading and coquettish. "Michael, please forgive me."
Michael didn't say he forgave her, but he didn't pull his arm away either. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. "I want to know why you did it. Did you ever think that what you did could have killed her?"
Mandy lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs. "I didn't think that far," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I did it because I was scared. Ms. Williams has been with you for six years. I was afraid you had feelings for her and that she would take you back. So, I acted impulsively. I regretted it afterward, but I didn't dare to say anything because I was afraid you'd blame me."
Michael's expression softened a bit, his anger giving way to a mix of confusion and guilt. "I only have you in my heart. It's impossible with Rachel." Realizing that he hadn't given her enough security, which led her to do such a thing, he felt a bit guilty. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair gently. "Don't do such things again, okay?" he murmured, his voice softer now.
"Okay," Mandy whispered, leaning into his arms, feeling his change in attitude and knowing that his doubts were dispelled. She breathed a sigh of relief, her body relaxing slightly.
Then she thought of something and asked worriedly, "Michael, if I apologize to Ms. Williams tomorrow, will she be angry and call the police on me?"
Michael stroked her hair reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll handle it," he said.
"Thank you, Michael," Mandy said, her voice filled with gratitude. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips with a smile.
But Michael frowned slightly and instinctively turned his face. Mandy's kiss missed; her expression froze for a moment, but she pretended nothing had happened and kissed his cheek instead.
Meanwhile, the doctor was treating Rachel. John clenched his fists and paced back and forth until the doctor took off his gloves. He stopped abruptly and asked, "How is Rachel?"
The doctor looked at him with a reassuring yet serious expression. He replied, "This young lady is not in any immediate danger, but she has a concussion. I've disinfected and bandaged her wounds, but you should take her to the hospital for a detailed examination to check for any blood clots in her head."
John nodded, his anxiety easing slightly. "Okay, I'll take her tomorrow."
After seeing the doctor out, he returned to the bedside and sat down, looking at the unconscious Rachel with a mixture of relief and lingering worry. "Thank goodness you're okay," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "Otherwise, Robert would kill me, and that wouldn't be enough. He might even destroy the world."
Thinking of Robert's true identity, John couldn't help but feel a bit scared. Then he lay down by the bed and fell asleep.
When Rachel woke up, it was already the next morning. She moved her eyes around, scanning her surroundings, and realized where she was.
Rachel blinked, trying to prop herself up, but as soon as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her head, and she fell back onto the bed.
Rachel groaned in pain, meanwhile, images flashed through her mind. She remembered that she had fallen and hit her head when she came out of the shower room yesterday. No wonder her head hurt and she felt dizzy.
John, who had been dozing off by the bed, was startled awake. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking at Rachel with sleepy eyes. "You're awake?"
Rachel blinked, still groggy. "Did you stay with me all night?"
"Yeah," John replied, casually fixing his messy hair and flashing a grin. "Are you moved? So, do you want to consider making me your real boyfriend instead of a fake one?"
Rachel rolled her eyes at him, a hint of amusement in her tired expression. "No way!"
The idea of becoming a couple with her best friend was unthinkable to her—just the thought of it felt wrong.
"Women are so heartless!" John said with mock resentment, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Rachel kicked him lightly and said, "Alright, let's get serious!"
John's expression shifted immediately, his playful demeanor replaced with concern. "Rachel, how exactly did you fall?" he asked, leaning in closer, his voice soft but insistent.
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