Chapter 210
The day Owen was hit was no accident.
The police and the Winston family had the city on high alert, and the perpetrator along side his car were found plunged into the river. By the time they found it, rigor mortis had set in.
This case was under intense scrutiny by the authorities, who were on the lookout for clues.
"My son was kind-hearted, shy; he could never hurt anyone on purpose! It was her; she gave my son a large sum of money, lured him into wrongdoing! And now, my son is gone..." the middle-aged woman wailed among the officers' pointed questions.
"When did Ms. DeRoss meet with your son? What time, and where?" one police officer pressed.
"Between eight and nine in the evening, right outside my house," she sobbed, covering her mouth. "I didn't see it, but my neighbor did..."
The police turned to Haley, "Where were you on the evening two days ago, between the hours of eight and nine?"
Haley smiled, "I was on the phone with Albert the Pianist Master. That should be easy to verify."
Angela took lessons from Albert over video call every evening around that time, and Haley was always there for Angela's practice.
The police took half an hour to corroborate with Albert and then released Haley, exonerated.
Standing on the steps of the police station, Haley continued to discern the thoughts in her head piece by piece.
If the middle-aged woman's story held water, then it meant that a beautiful woman had indeed sought out the man responsible for the accident.
In all of Cuenca, there were few women as striking, and among them, one bore a striking resemblance to her; Emily.
Could Emily have been the one who visited the perpetrator?
Was she behind Owen's murder attempt?
But why?
Haley furrowed her brows.
Emily had her sights set on marrying Ivan; it would make more sense to cozy up to Ivan's son. Why the drastic move?
The questions haunted Haley entire drive, and by the time she regained her bearings, her car was parked in front of the DeRoss mansion.
She sat in the driver's seat, turning to gaze at the DeRoss house.
The house she had lived in for eighteen years now seemed incredibly alien.
Each brick, each tile, remained unchanged, yet they no longer held the same essence...
She got out of her car and was about to knock when she caught sight of Madam DeRoss basking in the garden sun.
The old lady noticed her and hastily instructed the maid to open the door.
Stepping inside, Haley took a seat beside Madam DeRoss. "Grandma, how have you been feeling lately?"
Madam DeRoss let out a weary sigh. "I miss having you around, Haley. Have you thought about coming home?
"Grandma, I'm quite comfortable where I am. I came by today because there's something I need to ask you..." Haley said thoughtfully.
She suddenly felt compelled to know more about Emily's son.
If Emily was paving a way for her own child, that could explain a motive for wanting to kill Owen.
The boy who bore a strong resemblance to Todd – her heart sank at the thought that he was Emily's flesh and blood.
Such a good kid saddled with a mother like Emily.
"If you've got a question, just ask," Madam DeRoss said with half-closed eyes, "My biggest wish, as someone who may not have much time left, is to see the family united. I wonder if I'll live to see that day."
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