Chapter 528 A Dutiful Son
"What do you mean?" Fiona asked, puzzled.
"My mom collects perfumes. This one was given to her by Walker right after she got married," Fiona said, her face clouded with revulsion. "Although Anne, Walker's mom, died when he was very young, he's always missed her. Chris secretly gave him a bottle of Anne's perfume after she passed, saying it was her scent. When my mom came into the family, Walker bought the same perfume and insisted that she wore it every day."
Fiona frowned. "She didn't comply, did she?"
"To please her stepson, she actually did, but..." Thalassa remembered that day vividly.
Justin had a huge blowout at home, scaring her so much she hid in her room, not daring to come out.
Afterward, Walker got beaten up badly.
"From that day, my mom never used that perfume again, but since it was a gift from Walker, she couldn't bring herself to throw it away and kept it on the shelf."
Fiona was intrigued. She picked up the perfume bottle and took a whiff. It had been so many years. The fragrance, though well-preserved, had lost some of its potency.
"This scent..." Fiona's face was a picture of shock. "The Ronald met this morning, he was using this same perfume."
"I'll look it up," Thalassa said as he pulled out his phone and rapidly searched for information on the perfume.
She came to a startling, yet somehow expected conclusion, "This is a men's fragrance."
"So, Anne used this perfume because it originally belonged to Ronald Wilkinson's father. Ronald used it to honor his memory," Fiona surmised.
"Damn, that Justin," Thalassa muttered through clenched teeth. ‘How many happy families had he destroyed for his own selfish desires?’
"I think it's boring if we're the only ones who know about this," Fiona said, turning to Thalassa. "We need to drag the Shaw family into this."
Thalassa hesitated for a moment.
Then, Fiona said, "Give me Chris's phone number."
"I deleted it!"
"You expect me to believe you can't remember it?"
Thalassa was silent.
"Babe, what are you planning," Thalassa muttered, asking.
"How can a child not know the real truth behind his mother’s tragic death?" Fiona's eyes gleamed with a cold light. "Chris, that bastard, made you suffer for so long. If I don't use this opportunity to get revenge, am I even Fiona?"
Before Thalassa could stop her, Fiona dialed the number.
After a short pause, the call was answered.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Fiona."
On the other end, something was knocked over followed by Chris's voice in a panic, "Ms. Fiona, is something wrong with Thalassa?"
"You wish," Fiona said irritably. "Let's meet up. I've discovered some things about your mother and I'd like to talk."
"My mother?" Chris's voice went cold. "Ms. Fiona, I know you suspect that my dad murdered Mrs. Maria, but could you please show some respect for the deceased and not involve my mother in this?"
"Really?" Fiona scoffed. "You act like you respected your mother so much, Chris. Do you know why your mother married your dad? Do you know who Toby Brody is? Do you realize that the perfume your mother liked was a men's fragrance? Do you understand why she was never happy with your father? Do you know why she wanted to run away before she died?"
When Anne died, Chris was old enough to understand.
He couldn't possibly be unaware of his mother's agony.
She said it intentionally, aiming to provoke Chris's memory.
On the other end of the phone, indeed, silence fell.
Then, Chris, gritting his teeth and with a particularly nasty tone, demanded, "What exactly have you found out?"
Fiona chuckled again, feigning surprise. "Oh my, it seems that all the things I thought you were clueless about, you’re actually well aware of. Does that include how Anne was violated by Justin, forced into marrying him because she was pregnant with you and suffered miserably until the day she died?"
"Shut your mouth!"
"Chris," she said bluntly, "you're partly to blame for Anne's death. If you have any conscience left, you'd think about how to uncover the cause of her death. You're so smart, I refuse to believe you've never once questioned the many doubts surrounding your mother’s death."
"What the hell do you want?" Chris exploded with emotion.
"What do I want? What do you want, Chris?" Fiona's tone turned icy. "Your own mother died a terrible death, and you turned a blind eye..."
"I was only eight years old, what could I have done? Tell me, what could I possibly have done?" Chris yelled.
"Are you still eight years old now?" Fiona said, settling the matter.
Chris clenched the phone, frozen in place.
"How did Thalassa ever fall for you? You're insincere and pretentious, lacking any sense of responsibility!" After delivering the line, Fiona hung up the phone promptly.
Thalassa was stunned.
"So, you mean, he actually knows..."
"He might just be suspicious," Fiona reasoned as she grabbed a shopping bag and packed it with the items they gathered. "Let's go, to avoid complications, I want to get this sorted out quickly."
"Alright."
They headed downstairs.
Kenny was on a call.
Hearing footsteps, he said something to the person on the other side, then approached them.
"Got everything?"
"Yeah." Thalassa nodded and then linked arms with him. "Kenny, if you have work, go take care of it; I’ve recovered."
They hadn’t caught Justin yet.
Yet, she remained strong.
After wasting a few days, she was already losing time.
Kenny glanced at Fiona. "Alright, I do have something I need to handle."
"Go ahead, I'll call you if I need anything."
Kenny squeezed Thalassa’s hand lightly. "Then, you go back with sister-in-law."
"Okay."
Thalassa complied obediently.
They left the villa, and, after Kenny gave a few more instructions, he drove off alone.
"That kid is really something," Fiona commented, watching the rear of Kenny's car. "These last few days, for every big issue and minor detail, Kenny has been running around without dropping the ball even once. He’s been flawless."
"I've only been married to him for a short while, I feel like I've already brought so much trouble on him," Thalassa sighed.
Fiona glanced at her, then at Kenny. She muttered to herself, seemingly contemplating something, "I get the feeling, Kenny is actually quite happy to help you out with your troubles."
It seemed like Darwin had the same expectation.
He had complained before.
She managed all her troublesome matters by herself.
"Ms. Fiona, do we still need someone standing guard here?" Mike stepped forward and asked at that moment.
Fiona looked toward Thalassa.
"I'll have someone come and change the code lock soon. If he dares to force his way in, we are covered with surveillance cameras all over the place—it'll give us a good reason to send him straight to jail! After the lock is changed, there's no need for a guard. You guys have worked hard these past few days."
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