Chapter 1381
Hubert picked them up and they headed to a restaurant near the research institute for a bite to eat.
Afterward, Fiona found a flimsy excuse to send Rose away.
Her excuse was so weak that anyone could see Fiona was trying to ditch Rose.
But that was exactly what Fiona wanted. Rose knew how important Darwin was to Fiona; otherwise, she wouldn't have been sent away to Armie.
Over the past few months, Fiona could be nice to Rose, but Darwin was always going to be a huge roadblock for her.
That was the cold, hard truth.
Rose didn't throw a fit. When Fiona told her to leave, she left.
After Rose was gone, Hubert and Fiona went into his office.
The door closed.
Most of the smile on Hubert's face faded, replaced by exhaustion.
"She seems different; maybe she's really been influenced by you," Hubert said, looking at Fiona with bloodshot eyes.
He hadn't been sleeping well lately.
"Hubert," Fiona said, her gaze fixed on him, "this is for you."
Hubert watched as she pulled a folder out of her bag.
He took it, looking puzzled, and when he opened it, he froze like he'd been struck by lightning.
It was a copy of Odette's diary.
"Even though your parents died in a car accident, Aiden's death cast a huge shadow over Aldrich's final years. His research stopped the day Aiden died, and he was stuck in that moment until he passed away," Fiona said, her tone cold.
Hubert had grown up with Rose.
He treated her like a sister, like family.
It was natural for him to feel conflicted, but Fiona was going to make him face reality.
"If Aiden hadn't died, your father's car accident might not have happened," Fiona said pointedly.
After Aiden's death, Brooke pulled funding from Aldrich.
Aldrich moved from his old lab to a more remote location to start over.
But if Aiden hadn't died, why would the funding have been pulled?
If Aldrich hadn't moved to a more remote place, how would the car accident have happened?
The butterfly effect started with Odette's selfish decision to switch Aiden's medication.
Hubert's grip on the folder tightened.
"If you can't make up your mind, read the diary again," Fiona said as she sat down, crossing her long legs, resting her elbow on the sofa arm, her hand supporting her chin, and looking sideways at the green plants in the greenhouse outside the window.
The vibrant green contrasted sharply with the bare trees and gray sky outside the greenhouse glass.
Fiona continued, "That day, I only showed you the pages where she switched Aiden's medication. Today, I brought the whole thing."
Hubert's thin lips pressed together.
He didn't say a word. He sat down at his desk, took out the contents of the folder, and also pulled out a finely crafted women's diamond ring.
"That's Marisole's wedding ring," Fiona said slowly without looking over, hearing the sound of metal hitting the desk.
Hubert's throat tightened.
He gently placed the ring aside and began to read the diary page by page.
Before Hubert officially graduated, he had already started seeing patients.
Many patients with psychological issues used diaries to vent their emotions.
Hubert had read many patients' diaries.
Seven years ago, Hubert, along with his doctoral advisor, helped the police conduct psychological evaluations and profiling for a serial killer who had murdered 27 women.
The serial killer was 32 years old that year and worked at one of the top three art schools in the world.
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