Chapter 519 A More Vicious Truth
The other three were so shocked they couldn't close their mouths!
"Edward, it's been twenty years. Where did you get the evidence?" Evelyn grabbed the man's hand.
Edward interlocked his fingers with hers, his voice hoarse and low. "Remember, I told you I was tracking down Kimberly, who used to serve Amanda?"
Evelyn obediently nodded.
"Maybe people have a premonition before disaster strikes. Before Tiffany's incident, Kimberly had the intention to escape. Bart sent people to catch her in time, and then I used some methods."
Edward took a deep breath and continued, "To protect her son, in her immense panic, she revealed some truths that even Tiffany didn't disclose in that recording."
Edward was kind at heart.
If it weren't necessary, he wouldn't have threatened someone's child's life to force the truth, becoming a ruthless demon who stops at nothing to achieve his goals.
Evelyn believed that even if Kimberly didn't reveal the truth, Edward wouldn't harm her son.
He couldn't do it. If he did, how would he be any different from the likes of Gilbert?
"Amanda was killed by Tiffany. It was Tiffany who personally poisoned her." Edward's eyes were bloodshot, struggling to control the overwhelming hatred, making the hand held by Evelyn feel as cold as ice.
"Poisoned?" Simon and Peter's faces stiffened in shock.
Bart's body swayed as if he had been struck hard by a heavy blow!
Evelyn's nose stung, feeling the air around her thin, her chest pressed by a giant stone.
Anyone else would have gone mad by now.
But because Edward didn't go mad, the calmer he was, the more it pained her heart.
"Edward, what exactly happened?" Peter urgently asked.
"Kimberly confessed that she did switch Amanda's depression medication as per Tiffany's instructions, but she only replaced it with similar-looking ordinary vitamins, which were not lethal."
"However, during that time, perhaps Tiffany noticed Amanda and Patrick's relationship improving. Fearing exposure, she replaced the ordinary medication with a poison that, taken in small daily doses, would accumulate and cause heart paralysis and sudden death." Edward's broad shoulders trembled slightly; each word he spoke was like ice, filled with deep-seated hatred.
Evelyn's eyes welled up with tears, her gentle hand softly stroking his back.
"How did Kimberly know such details?" Simon, with his prosecutor's instincts, was eager to know more.
"She saw it."
Edward tightly gripped Evelyn's hand, as if only by touching her could he remain calm. "She said that two days before Amanda jumped, she noticed that every time she switched Amanda's medication, Tiffany would sneak in and switch it again when she wasn't looking. Tiffany never mentioned it to her, and she didn't dare ask a word."
"That's because if Amanda really died of heart paralysis, Kimberly, who was in charge of Amanda's medication, would be taken away for investigation."
Evelyn quickly analyzed, "At that time, no matter how Kimberly explained, it would be useless because she was the one who kept and switched the medication. She would have to bear all the blame alone."
"She had already thought of that. But she was already involved, with no way out, so she had to become an accomplice."
Edward paused, his handsome face growing paler. "But on the day of the incident, something unexpected happened. Amanda, who had gone to the garden for a walk, realized she had forgotten her camera and returned to her room."
"And then she caught Tiffany switching the medication?" Evelyn's heart sank heavily.
The man nodded, eyes downcast. "Yes. Kimberly was hiding outside the room, eavesdropping on what was happening inside.
Because she was involved, her nerves were always on edge, constantly on high alert, never having a peaceful night's sleep."
"Hmph! Let her catch up on sleep in prison!" Peter gritted his teeth angrily.
"Kimberly said she couldn't see what was happening inside, but she vaguely heard a fierce argument between Amanda and Tiffany.
She said that since Amanda came to the Wellington family, she had become like a person without emotions. That time, it was the first time she got so angry, even Kimberly was scared."
"And then?" Evelyn stared at him without blinking.
"Then, she heard the room suddenly go silent, and immediately after, I saw with my own eyes..."
Edward couldn't continue, his chest heaving violently, his eyes bloodshot, nostrils flaring, the hand held by Evelyn drenched in cold sweat, trembling uncontrollably.
The tragic scene of Amanda falling in front of him was vividly in his mind.
For the first time, he realized that when a person falls from a height, the sound of hitting the ground is so dull, he could even clearly hear the bones shattering.
He only took one look, but the pain and shadow of that glance would take a lifetime to bear, repeatedly almost breaking his spirit.
"Stop, Edward, stop."
Evelyn held him tightly, as if wanting their hearts and pulses to connect.
He hadn't cried yet, but she couldn't help but shed tears, soaking his white shirt.
"It's okay. Although I'm filled with hatred, I'm not so overwhelmed by it that I would collapse."
Edward's eyes cleared, becoming gentle. His rough fingertips wiped away her tears. "Mainly because you are by my side. Evelyn, you don't know how important you are to me. You gave me immense courage, so I didn't fall into despair."
At this moment, Simon and Peter understood that Landon was absolutely right.
Evelyn was Edward's lifeline.
Once their emotions had calmed down a bit, Peter furrowed his brow and asked, "Kimberly heard the argument in the room stop, and almost simultaneously, you heard the sound of Amanda falling. Doesn't this indirectly prove that Amanda's fall was related to Tiffany? After all, Tiffany was the only one present at the time."
"You mentioned earlier that Amanda's relationship with Patrick had improved, and she was extremely angry when she discovered Tiffany had switched her medication. That doesn't sound like someone about to commit suicide," Simon analyzed. "Although we don't have concrete evidence, the facts might be just as we think. Amanda was very likely pushed by Tiffany."
"Kimberly said that after Amanda fell, Tiffany rushed out of the room in a panic and ran into her. At that time, Tiffany threatened Kimberly not to say a word and gave her a large sum of hush money, telling her she would no longer have to serve the Wellington family. Kimberly said the money was secondary; she mainly feared Tiffany's retaliation, so she chose to take the money and stay silent," Edward said, holding Evelyn and gently patting her.
"She's a key witness. You must protect her," Peter reminded seriously.
"First, we need to charge Tiffany with drug possession and keep her detained. Then we can quickly gather evidence to prosecute her for murder!" Simon's eyes burned with intense anger.
Evelyn now understood why Edward didn't arrest Tiffany on charges like incitement to murder. Because they only had one chance, they couldn't act unless they were sure.
"Edward, you mentioned you had physical evidence?" Evelyn's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
The man's eyes deepened, his large hand encircling her waist as he leaned in, his thin lips brushing her ear. "Later, behind closed doors, I'll tell you slowly."
Meanwhile, at the Rose Club, a storm was brewing.
Curtis and Sarah waited at the basement door, listening to the screams coming from inside.
Curtis felt physically uncomfortable just hearing it, but Sarah remained as indifferent as ever.
"You're really something, not even flinching. Among the women I've met, only Evelyn has a psychological resilience like yours," Curtis remarked.
Sarah coldly curled her lips. "It's already sad enough that I look like Evelyn. Do I not even deserve to have my own personality?"
"Come on, I didn't mean anything by it..."
Before Curtis could finish, the basement door opened.
Gilbert emerged, his white silk shirt stained with blood, his face, collar, and long, pale neck all smeared with crimson.
He was panting heavily, sweat mixed with blood streaming down his exquisite face. His eyes were fierce and ruthless, exuding a murderous aura, like a demon crawling up from the depths of hell, yet there was a hint of satisfaction after the bloodshed.
"Gilbert." Curtis and Sarah both bowed.
Gilbert threw the blood-stained whip to the ground, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and wiped the blood droplets from the lenses with a corner of his shirt.
Back on Aurora Isle, whenever he felt stressed or in a bad mood, he would go hunting in the mountains. Mugden didn't have that option, so he resorted to beating people.
He found that beating people was much more interesting than hunting, and he decided to keep this activity in the future.
The two followed him silently to the room door.
Curtis noticed that Gilbert's hand was injured and still bleeding. He quickly nudged the dazed Sarah, "Sarah, Gilbert's hand is hurt. Go bandage it!"
Sarah snapped out of her daze and hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. "Gilbert, your hand is injured. Let me help you, ah!"
Her vision blurred, and the next second, Gilbert roughly grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the room.
The door slammed shut, and Curtis stood there, his heart tightening for Sarah.
As soon as they entered, Gilbert hungrily kissed Sarah's trembling lips, his hands viciously tearing her clothes.
By the time they reached the bed, Sarah was down to her underwear. She crossed her arms over her chest, trembling, "No, Gilbert!"
"Sarah, you dare refuse me?"
Gilbert pressed against her soft body, glaring at her face that looked so much like Evelyn's. "Evelyn refusing me is one thing, but what right do you have to refuse me?"
With that, he slapped her hard!
Sarah's cheek swelled, her eardrums buzzing.
She had been with Gilbert for nearly ten years. No matter how much he treated her as a plaything, he had never laid a hand on her.
This slap shattered her last bit of hope for him.
He was becoming more and more distant from the perfect, kind, and gentle Gilbert she had in her heart. She was starting not to recognize him.
Gilbert suddenly froze, his cold, dry lips slightly parted.
Just as he was about to say something, his phone rang.
Gilbert moved away from Sarah, pulling his phone from his pocket.
The name on the screen made his brow furrow deeply.
"What brings you to call?"
"If I didn't call, how would you handle your current trouble?" The person on the other end laughed mockingly.
Gilbert turned his back to take the call, but Sarah could still vaguely hear the voice.
It was a very pleasant, elegant, and deep voice, highly recognizable, the kind that sticks with you after just one listen.
"Even you know about it." Gilbert's tone was surprisingly respectful.
"Yes, the eldest daughter of the Taylor family is quite a captivating figure. Her face is enchanting, and her personality is very strong and determined. I quite like her."
Gilbert's heart tightened, his lower lip bearing a white tooth mark.
"But don't worry, I won't compete with you for the woman Gilbert loves."
The man laughed lightly, "Not only will I not compete with you, but I will also help you get Evelyn."
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