Chapter 900
“Earlier tonight, I went for another cosmetic procedure. Dr. Fairchild gave me an injection, claiming that it would relax me even more than the medication I usually take,” Shannon confessed, her hands
clutching her head and her eyes filled with panic.
Shannon’s voice trembled, her gaze still unfocused. “After I got the injection, I felt really relaxed and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, Dr. Fairchild asked me who Mary was.”
“Mom, what did you tell him? Who is Dr. Fairchild? How could you?”
At that time, Bethany also knew the truth behind Mary’s death. In a way, Shannon could be said to be the culprit behind Mary’s suicide. However, she had orchestrated it cleverly back then. She bribed the maid who took care of Mary and replaced her daily medication for depression. She even manipulated Rosalind and Bethany into spreading rumors through their children, which ultimately led to
Mary’s worsening condition and her suicide.
Shannon had killed her greatest rival without even a single drop of blood on her hands. It was her proudest achievement, yet one she could never openly boast about.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what I said. I don’t know what I told him.”
Shannon’s entire body continued to tremble, her voice quivering. “But Dr. Fairchild swore to me that he would keep everything he heard secret. He promised he would never reveal it to anyone!”
Bethany was dumbfounded. “Mom! How can you be so naive? Dr.
Fairchild is not related to you. What if he reveals the truth? What if he
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uses it to blackmail you in the future?”
What shocked her even more was the medication Shannon was taking.
Bethany thought, ‘What kind of medicine was that? A truth serum? How could she spill the secrets buried deep in her heart without any recollection?’
At that moment, Bethany heard a noise. Her heart raced as she
glanced toward the bedroom, cautiously tiptoeing over. When she reached the door, she pushed it open, only to find an empty room with no one inside.
Bethany let out a sigh of relief, her forehead covered in cold sweat. The topic Shannon was talking about weighed heavily on her. If someone heard it, they would be in big trouble.
“It won’t happen. He’s my man. He would never betray me!” Shannon reassured herself, though uncertainty lingered in her words.
But what could she do? She was now completely dependent on Dr. Fairchild, both mentally and physically.
“Mom, I’m your daughter, and I would never hurt you. Please listen to
me.” Bethany sat down beside Shannon and held her cold hand
tightly. “You should have less contact with Dr. Fairchild from now on.
He must have some ulterior motives for you! You must silence whoever knows about Mary’s death. As long as he is alive, he’s a fatal threat to you!”
“It won’t happen. It’s been almost twenty years. Any evidence is long gone!” Shannon shivered as she burrowed into Bethany’s arms.” Unless that bitch, Mary, miraculously rises from the dead to accuse
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me, no one knows what really happened back then!”
“Who said that no one knows? Rosalind is still around!”
“She’s nothing, just a discarded pawn! If she wants to come back to Savrow one day, she has to keep her mouth shut!”
Shannon gradually calmed down, and reason regained the high ground. “What about the maid who looked after Mary back then? Have you been keeping an eye on her for years?”
Bethany’s eyes were gloomy. “Yes, she’s been in Richmond all these years, running a small restaurant there. She has received our favor, so she will likely keep the secret to herself.”
Although Bethany had some resentment toward Shannon, she knew
the principle of one for all and all for one.
If Shannon fell, her days with the Salvador family would not be good
either. The entire Salvador family would fall into Justin’s hands, and
Bethany would probably not even be able to raise her head in the
future.
Shannon took a moment to calm herself down before allowing Bethany to help her back to the room.
As soon as they left, the closet door in the bedroom creaked ope
slightly.
