After he spoke, he ordered a small vial of blood to be drawn from Leonora.
He was determined to verify her claims. He had recorded their conversation earlier, and with this evidence, he was sure it would be enough to seal Leonora's fate.
Upon leaving the prison, Edwin lit up a cigarette. He took several deep drags, the taste of nicotine filling his mouth and rushing into his lungs. Drawing too fiercely, he broke into a fit of coughing.
The thought of Clara's predicament was a sharp pain in his heart. He was torn about whether to tell her or not.
What would it mean for her relationship with Ian if she found out? She was finally about to marry the man she loved, only to learn that his mother was the murderer of her own.
With a heavy heart, Edwin composed himself and dialed Clara's number.
As soon as she answered, her soft and pleasant voice came through. "Edwin, why did you leave so early? Is something wrong?"
His sister's voice made Edwin smile despite himself. "There's a bit to sort out at the office. What are you up to?"
Clara sounded thrilled, her voice bubbling with laughter. "Grandma gave me a whole bunch of stuff, saying it was all part of the gift Mom had prepared for me. There's jewelry, artwork by famous artists, and several riverside properties. All of it must be worth a fortune. I just wish I could have seen Mom. If only she were still here."
Edwin's heart felt like it had been struck by a hammer. He could tell Clara's memories of their mother were becoming more vivid, and that scared him even more.
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