Chapter 1334
"Hey, do you know about your dad's medical skills?" Fiona asked, dodging the question.
"Yeah, I do. He was one of the top psychologists in the world back then," Hubert replied without hesitation. This wasn't just his opinion; it was the industry's consensus.
"So, it's weird. If he helped Aiden get back to normal, how likely is it that Aiden would suddenly snap and kill someone?" Fiona's voice was serious.
Hubert, being sharp, connected this to Fiona's earlier questions about the meds. "Are you thinking Aiden got the wrong meds? My dad thought that too at first, but he checked everything Aiden was taking and found no issues."
"What if someone switched the meds back before your dad got there?" Fiona suggested.
Hubert shivered at the thought.
"As far as I know, Aiden's meds were with Ms. Everhart. She was super careful, measuring out the doses exactly as my dad instructed and giving them to Aiden herself," Hubert said, clearly upset. "Ms. Everhart would never hurt Aiden!"
"Yeah, she wouldn't. She was carrying his child and dreaming of a future with him. She'd only want him to get better. So who could it be?" Fiona seemed to be talking to both Hubert and herself.
"Why do you need to check the medication bottles?" Hubert asked, calming down a bit.
Fiona's words had really shaken him.
If someone had tampered with the meds, what was the point of Aldrich's suffering in his final years?
Fiona explained, "I had someone look into you and Aiden recently. They found Vespera, but she was confused and didn't remember much. After they left, she suddenly started talking about a medication bottle and saying something was wrong."
Hubert said, "Got it. I'll check the packaging of Aiden's meds from back then."
"Okay." Fiona hung up.
By evening, the wind had picked up, and the temperature had dropped.
Fiona looked at the clouds on the horizon, feeling like she had to get to the bottom of this. Otherwise, even if Darwin recovered, he might fall victim to the same issue.
The burial was set for the next morning.
That night, the Blacksmith family hosted a dinner at a nearby restaurant for the guests who came to pay their respects.
Fiona made an appearance, left Christopher in charge, and then took the kids to the hotel.
Emrys escorted her the whole way.
The ointment Christopher gave him worked well; the swelling on Emrys's face had gone down a lot, but there were still noticeable slap marks.
"Emrys, does it hurt?" Chicago asked, holding Fiona's hand and looking worried. "Next time someone hits you, you should dodge. If you can't, hit back!"
Emrys smiled. "It doesn't hurt. Next time, I'll be quicker and dodge faster."
"Okay." Chicago nodded, looking very mature. "Staying calm is a good choice too. My lawyer sister always says if you retaliate, it's just mutual fighting."
"You're worrying too much," Fiona said, gently rubbing Chicago's head.
"They're so cute," Emrys said sincerely. "On the way back, Grandma couldn't stop smiling at their photos."
"I saw Vespera so cheerful yesterday, eating well and talking a lot. I thought she'd live a long time," Fiona said, stroking the back of Chicago's hand and glancing at Charles.
"That's life," Emrys said, his eyes red.
Emrys had spent a lot of time with Vespera, and they had always been close.
"Emrys, your dad showed me a video you sent him," Fiona said, changing the subject. "After my team visited Vespera, she seemed to get really obsessed with the medication bottles, didn't she?"
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