When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 138

Clyde cleared his throat loudly, regaining his serious demeanor. He straightened my shirt for me, then gave my shoulder a reassuring pat.

"Keep up the good work, and don't let the project slack," he said.

Then, with a swift turn, he was off, leaving me standing there awkwardly as Jade burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"What's going on with you two? Made up already? Talk about a quick change! Has Clyde been possessed or what?"

She came over, mimicking Clyde's gesture with a slap on my shoulder.

"Keep it up, haha!"

I rolled my eyes at her and spilled the beans about what had happened that day.

Jade acted as if she already knew, dismissing it with a wave of her hand.

"Well, he was drugged, no big deal. He was so out of it, only calling out for his wife. If I didn't know his backstory, I'd think he was some kind of romantic lead."

I sighed, knowing Eliana would gossip about this.

Luckily her phone was dead, or I'd be utterly mortified.

But a part of me was relieved; my relationship with Clyde seemed to be mending, making the investigation seem a bit lighter.

However, this good mood didn't last. At the end of the day, Clyde approached me, his expression grave.

"Granddad wants us to head back to the family home. You free tonight?"

Since the incident, Clyde and I hadn't gone back.

I still had reservations about the last time the Lairds spoke, and how could Merritt not see their connection with Kayla?

Unfortunately, without evidence, Kayla's death couldn't pin anything on anyone.

And bringing up York's involvement could at best act as circumstantial evidence, or it might just backfire completely.

The thought of Merritt demanding answers made me shudder.