Chapter 162 Your Beloved Grandson
Larkin immediately went to take care of it.
After a night of turmoil, the sky was gradually getting brighter.
The Flores family living room was filled with joyful laughter.
Tabitha found out about what Ophelia had done and couldn't help but laugh, "Really? Did that child die?"
Ophelia lazily leaned back on the sofa, supporting her head with her hand, a smile playing on her lips. "No, but it's as good as dead."
"Mom, I don't know why, but everything went unusually smooth this time."
Tabitha laughed and said, "Even the god couldn't bear it and helped you."
Ophelia thought about it, and it made sense. She originally planned to have someone steal Anais' key, but who would have thought that Anais' own contact would open the door for her?
When those assassins reported to her at the time, she was quite surprised. She didn't expect Anais to help her willingly.
However, Ophelia wouldn't dwell on that matter.
After all, she had done things cleanly, and with Anais blocking the way for her, she wasn't worried about being found out.
As long as they couldn't find anything, what could they do to her? Ophelia thought about this and laughed even louder.
Tabitha praised her constantly, "My daughter is smart. How can Cecily, that idiot, compete with you?"
Ophelia listened to these words with great joy and naturally accepted them. She was better than Cecily in every way. How could that bitch Cecily compete with her?
As for the dirty child in the hospital, she had bribed the doctors. That dirty child was now on the verge of death and didn't need anything else. A little accident would be enough to kill him.
Ophelia was already waiting for good news from the hospital.
Tabitha became even happier after hearing what Ophelia said and praised her.
Ophelia stretched lazily with pride. "Mom, Aunt Sandra was a little scared last night. I want to keep her company and inquire about the situation. She has started to be nicer to me again. Everything is heading in the right direction, and I can start preparing for my engagement party with Darian."
Tabitha patted Ophelia's head and said, "Okay, I understand. I've been preparing for it for a long time. You will be the most beautiful bride, and once you become Mrs. Fitzgerald, you can expect to be envied by all the women in town."
Ophelia nodded vigorously and happily embraced Tabitha.
After tidying up and changing clothes, Ophelia went directly to the Fitzgerald's Family.
Sandra, feeling guilty about last night's incident, was praying in the church.
A servant approached carefully and whispered, "Ms. Thompson, Mrs. Ophelia is here."
Sandra slowly opened her eyes and raised her hand, and two servants came forward to help her into the wheelchair.
Seeing Ophelia, Sandra asked, "Why did you come so early?"
Ophelia naturally walked behind Sandra and slowly pushed her wheelchair. "Auntie, I noticed that you were scared last night, so I was a little worried and came to check on you."
Sandra nodded in satisfaction.
Ophelia's recent performance had been impeccable.
Naturally, Sandra's attitude toward her had improved a lot.
Sandra asked, "How is the child in the hospital?"
Ophelia sighed helplessly, "The doctor said it doesn't look good. It might be hard for him to make it through."
Sandra's face also turned grim.
She didn't notice before, but now, for some reason, hearing the news that the child was not doing well made her inexplicably anxious.
How could this be?
Sandra furrowed her brow.
Upon seeing this, Ophelia gently stooped down and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"
Sandra sighed, "Suddenly feeling a bit lightheaded and uncomfortable, I find that child quite pitiful."
In Ophelia's heart, she scoffed.
'You should be feeling lightheaded and uncomfortable.'
'You probably didn't expect it, but that is your beloved grandson.'
'Your beloved grandson is dying. How can you not feel worried and uncomfortable?'
Ophelia patted Sandra's shoulder, pretentiously advising, "Auntie, don't worry too much about it. Your own health is more important. That child...sigh, indeed, he's so unfortunate. I wonder who did it."
Upon hearing this, Sandra became somewhat angry and said, "It was Anais who did it."
"Anais?" Ophelia's eyes showed surprise.
"Yes, Larkin said Anais has already confessed to it," Sandra replied.
Ophelia felt a mixture of surprise and joy. What on earth was Anais thinking? Was she seeking death?
'Regardless of whether she was seeking death or not, as long as she is dealt with accordingly.' Ophelia thought to herself.
Ophelia's eyes flickered, "Why did Anais do such a thing? Does she have a grudge against Miss Cecily?"
Shaking her head, Sandra said, "I don't know. Larkin didn't say much."
Ophelia pursed her lips and said, "All right, as long as we catch the real culprit." She was completely innocent.
Sandra couldn't see Ophelia's expression, but there was an unmistakable hint of laughter in Ophelia's voice.
Sandra furrowed her brow and glanced at her.
Ophelia immediately wiped the smile off her face, "Auntie, what's wrong?"
Sandra lightly furrowed her brows and withdrew her gaze, "Nothing, just take me back to the church."
Afraid that Sandra might suspect something, Ophelia refrained from saying more and escorted Sandra back to the church, kneeling in front of the statue herself for a while.
However, she was praying for the child to die quickly, as she was still awaiting good news.
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