Daemon Helped You
Charles raised his doubt. "Think about it. The hospital is a private institution for the wealthy elites, so there should be patients and visitors in the wards, right? But not today. There's only one patient in the entire building. I believe the Gold family took in that man a long time ago. Maybe they were also related to the rumors."
"What is Nella trying to do?" Freda asked, exasperated.
"I don't think Nella has anything to do with this, " he deduced. "According to my initial investigations, I believe her father, Newton, is the mastermind behind this set-up since he has the power to control the media."
That shocked her. "But why would Newton do this?"
He then explained in a serious tone, "Giblo Group is in a mess, and the entire organization is vulnerable right now. Isn't it the best time for them to strike?"
"You're right. Everyone is waiting to prey on Giblo Group, hoping to get a piece of it, but I'm surprised the Gold family is also a part of the rat race." Freda's brows were tightly furrowed as she replied to him.
"They're not saints, to begin with, " Charles said. "Newton gained his current standing by seizing his relatives' assets! Though he had managed to Whytewash his dirty past over the years, it's not difficult to trace back the misdeeds he had committed!"
"Are you trying to say that Newton is engineering all these things because he wants to seize Giblo Group?" Confused, she continued, "But how did he manage to control Mr. Giblo? Even if Mr. Giblo has fallen sick, it's impossible to manipulate someone like him. Unless Newton has dirt on him?"
"That man might be an impostor!" Charles made a bold guess.
"What?" Freda gasped. "But that man clearly is Mr. Giblo! Who else could he be?"
"Perhaps someone who has a strong resemblance to him?" Charles looked deep into Carla's eyes. "Remember what Bugara said? On the day of the incident, one of his men noticed someone in the garden. That person's silhouette resembled Mr. Giblo a lot."
"You're giving me goosebumps." A shiver ran down Freda's spine.
All of a sudden, everyone in the car fell silent.
Freda dared not speak, merely taking a peep at Carla from the rearview mirror.
With her head lowered, Carla wore a solemn expression on her face. Even her usually bright eyes turned dull.
Freda knew Carla found it hard to accept it. If the man in the house was an impostor, there was a strong chance that Zayn was already dead.
Carla was not afraid of facing all kinds of schemes or obstacles in life, but she would lose all the motivation and courage to continue fighting the battle if Zayn was dead.
In a gentle voice, Charles said, "Of course, whether or not he's an impostor, that requires your judgment. Only you can tell him apart. After all, you're the one who knows him best since you're married to him."
"Charles…" Carla finally spoke. "Daemon told you these, didn't he?"
"Uh…" That took him by surprise, and he avoided her gaze.
Carla continued, "Without a doubt, you're smart and observant. But it seems unlikely for you to be able to find out the Gold family's background, deduce the identity of the mastermind, and infer the key issue from the incidents in such a short time."
She then lifted her head to look at Charles. "Unless Daemon is helping you."
Freda and Charles exchanged glances, not daring to speak.
"You're aware of this too?" Carla glared at Freda. "Why didn't you tell me that you've made contact with Daemon?"
"Please don't be mad at me, Ms. Lierger, " Freda explained. "He's worried about you, but he doesn't want you to know about it, so I—"
"Yes, Mr. Lierger sent me here, " Charles interrupted, deciding to be frank. "I've been reporting all the incidents that happened today to Mr. Lierger. He instantly spotted the problem and instructed someone to investigate the Gold family. Then, he had me tell you the findings of his investigations by posing them as my deductions."
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