She noticed a glint of melancholy flashing across Stephen’s gaze.
From his expression laced with sorrow, Nicole was certain that the duke was someone with a complicated past.
“Alright. You can go back now.”
“Sir Musgrave, I have one last question for you,” Nicole blurted out after a brief hesitation.
She knew she was being too talkative, but this was a rare opportunity to get a clue to aid in her investigation.
“Go ahead.”
“Do you know anyone who is skilled in acupuncture in the Musgrave family?”
Stephen fell silent. She was unconscious when I treated her that day. Did she realize someone saved her using acupuncture? Does she want to thank that person?
But I don’t want anyone to find out I’m skilled in acupuncture. After all, I haven’t used it in years.
He shook his head and replied, “No.”
Deep down, he thought, You should thank Rosalie instead.
I helped you because you resemble her.
Nicole was disappointed at his answer. Looks like it’s going to be hard finding that scum.
With Stephen’s help, she returned to her room and resumed her act.
That night, Nicole received a phone call from Juan. Her heart clenched when she saw the caller’s ID.
Her maids were in the room. If she answered the call, her act would be revealed. Hence, she ignored the call.
“Why isn’t Mommy picking up?” Juan asked, utterly puzzled.
Sheila patted on his shoulders to comfort him. “Perhaps your mommy is too busy to answer.”
Nina sighed. “Didn’t the bodyguard call Uncle Davin saying that Mommy became an idiot? Perhaps she can’t even pick up her phone.”
“That means she’s seriously ill.”
“We need to meet her now.”
“Ms. Sheila, what shall we do?”
“Don’t worry. Since we’re in Levant’s territory, let’s call him.”
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