The road ahead was filled with red lights. Heather looked in annoyance at the car in front of her. The more upset someone was, the more likely they would be to run into negative situations. She was reminded of Murphy’s Law—life wasn’t a TV show, where the next turn would bring about a change for the better.
In reality, the next turn would often bring about even more troubling matters. She didn’t have much luck today and had a feeling of misfortune in her gut. The car in front of me is definitely a new driver. Despite wanting to overtake the car, she failed to do so over several attempts. It felt as though the car in front of her was against her. In a moment of anger, she wanted to confront the person ahead. I’d never seen someone drive like this before. For her personal safety, however, she just followed slowly behind the car. Driving in the city center was always frustrating; all the cars were jam-packed together on the road with sounds of car horns blaring one after the other.
Suddenly, a thought struck Heather—she didn’t want to go home anymore. She wanted to go see Myra, so she turned the car around. Since Tony was already home now, it was highly likely that Myra had also returned. Heather had to see her and gain some clarity today.
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When the helper opened the door and saw Heather, an astonished look flashed across her face. She probably wasn’t expecting Heather to come again since she had just been here three hours ago.
“Did Mrs. Hart come home yet?” Heather got straight to the point. She was almost certain this time that Myra was inside the house.
Tony’s voice suddenly sounded from within, whereupon the helper turned around with a troubled expression on her face. Heather saw Tony’s face peak out slightly; he was standing right behind the helper.
He was rather surprised to see Heather, but he still invited her in. Upon entering the house, Heather looked all around her but did not see Myra.
Knitting her brows together, Heather asked Tony, “Is Myra not at home?” The indifferent look on his face was slightly strange to her. According to reason, he would definitely be anxious if Myra wasn’t home.
“Myra went to the cemetery this morning and hasn’t returned yet,” Tony explained.
“Why didn’t you go with her?” This wasn’t like him at all. She was surprised to learn that he let Myra go to the cemetery alone while pregnant.
He gestured for her to sit down then asked the helper to prepare some light refreshments. It looked like he was going to attend to Heather.
“Myra insisted on going alone, so I couldn’t follow her,” he explained. It seems like Heather came with a number of questions today.
Heather didn’t press on any further. Judging by Tony’s demeanor, it didn’t seem like he was lying. It looks like Myra really isn’t at home. My predictions were wrong again this time. However, she still couldn’t figure out why Myra went to the cemetery alone when she had asked Heather yesterday to go shopping with her today.
When all the pieces were put together, it looked extremely suspicious. Thus, the uneasiness Heather felt only grew more intense. She was considering whether she should bring this up to Tony, but hesitated when she remembered the amicable interaction she saw between him and Caleb earlier.
“Why are you looking for Myra?” he probed when Heather didn’t respond for some time.
“Nothing. I just dropped by to see her as I was nearby.” Heather made up an excuse to brush him off.
Unfortunately, the helper had reported Heather’s visit to see Myra as soon as Tony came home. Thus, he could tell that she was deliberately ignoring his question.
“If you have time, you can wait for Myra here. She should be home in a bit,” he said to her. Seeing how preoccupied she looked, he couldn’t just let her leave.
“No need. I still have things to do. I’ll come back to see Myra when I have time in the future.” She refused this opportunity to see Myra as she had other plans of her own.
This time, she came and went hastily again. As she was leaving, she looked intently at the helper. The helper only brought out the refreshments when Heather was about to leave; her actions were uncannily slow.
The helper lowered her head immediately under Heather’s gaze. Although she suspected that something was up with the helper, Heather couldn’t keep staring blatantly at her with Tony present.
“I’ll see you out.” Tony politely offered to send Heather off.
“Never mind. Just help me pass a message to Myra.” Heather looked over at the helper deliberately while she spoke.
It looked like the helper was also keen on listening to Heather’s message. She was still holding the tray of refreshments in her hand and had no intention of leaving.
Tony wanted to hear what Heather had to say, but Heather remained quiet to drag out the time while the helper stood where she was. Then, Tony observed Heather’s behavior and noticed that she was casually looking at the helper. Hence, he dismissed the helper. “You’re not needed here. You may go downstairs first.”
Finally, Heather spoke again. “Did you notice that?” With Tony’s level of intelligence, she reckoned he surely had noticed it.
“Yes. I’ll deal with it.” He had undoubtedly noticed something so obvious.
“How long has she been working here for?” Heather continued to converse with Tony. That person got caught in broad daylight today; it seemed like she needed more improvement in her acting skills.
“Not for very long. Someone I know introduced her.” He also felt like something was fishy here. Someone actually had ulterior motives toward him and had placed an informer by his side. This led him to feel exasperated.
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