Chapter 567
The second half of her sentence made Laurel tense up. She spun around and immediately pressed, “Where did she get it?”
“Downstairs!”
With her son’s future on the line, the maid lost all composure and spilled everything, stumbling over her words. “That day… that day I was on the third floor, waiting in Maya’s room.”
“When she came up from the banquet hall downstairs, she already had the hair sample for me to swap in her hand.”
Laurel’s eyes narrowed sharply. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely sure!”
Hearing this definitive answer, Laurel felt she was even closer to finding Vera.
She vaguely remembered that when Lawrence came to get the hair sample that day, Maya had made an excuse to return to her room early, and had used that window to give the sample to Mrs. Thorne.
To prove her words, Mrs. Thorne frantically grabbed her phone and pulled up a chat log. “Ms. Wilkinson, look, this is the message Maya sent me right before she gave me the sample. I had just stepped out of the room when she hurried up from the stairs.”
[Come out right now, stop waiting in my room.]
Glancing at the chat log, Laurel suddenly had a much clearer direction. She turned on a voice recorder and held it out. “Repeat everything you just said, and explain this entire situation from start to finish.”
Afterward, she told Serena to wait there for the voice recorder while she went upstairs to the study.
Her study was strictly off-limits; apart from her, only Serena was allowed inside.
Once inside, she pulled up the surveillance footage from Old Mr. Wilkinson’s birthday banquet and dragged the progress bar to the moment Maya left.
The timestamp in the bottom right corner read: 19:39.
But the time Maya sent the message to Mrs. Thorne was exactly 8:00 PM.
It couldn’t possibly take that long to get from the banquet hall to the third floor.
What was Maya doing during those twenty-odd minutes?
Unfortunately, the manor only had cameras in the reception areas around the banquet hall; there were none in the private living quarters.
Digging deeper through surveillance footage was impossible.
She rubbed her temples, which throbbed from sleep deprivation, feeling as though she was missing something incredibly important.
“Knock, knock-“
The butler knocked and entered. “Ms. Wilkinson, Mr. Wilkinson is back. He asked if you’d be staying for dinner tonight.”
Laurel glanced out the window, only just realizing dusk was falling.
She shook her head, closing her laptop and standing up. “No, I need to head back to Vistapeak City.”
She had accomplished what she came here to do.
Unexpectedly, just as she stepped out of the study, Old Mrs. Wilkinson arrived at the door. Seeing her exhausted face, the older woman refused to let her leave. “Eat first. Have dinner, get some good sleep.: Your health is your most important asset.”
“Grandma…”
Laurel sighed helplessly. “I have a meeting first thing tomorrow morning, so I have to go back to Vistapeak City tonight.”
The old woman’s heart ached for her. “Would you not make it if you left tomorrow?”
Laurel laughed and wrapped an arm around her grandmother’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t make it, Grandma. Besides, I’m not tired at all.”
Chatting as they went, they skipped the elevator, and Laurel helped the older woman down the stairs step by step.
As they passed the second floor, the old woman glanced at the bedroom Elissa had previously stayed in and suddenly felt a pang of longing. “It’s been awhile since Elissa went back to Vistapeak City. When you see fier, remember to ask her to come visit and keep me company when she’s free.”
Laurel followed her gaze to the bedroom, and suddenly, a flash of insight struck her, bringing a highly dramatic but tantalizing thought to mind!
During the time Maya had disappeared that night, could she have gone into Elissa’s room?
That would explain why she took over twenty minutes.
That would explain why she left the banquet hall empty-handed but had the sample in her hand when she went upstairs.
Meanwhile, over at Zephyr Manor, Elissa stayed for dinner after finishing Suzanne’s treatment.
Suzanne’s legs hadn’t just regained sensation; she could already make slight movements.
During dinner, Suzanne continuously placed food on Elissa’s plate, saying fondly, “Eat slowly. Even if they come back, you have me.”
Her heart ached for how sensitive and considerate Elissa was. “Ever since Marcia joined the Wilkinson family, you’ve been worried about putting me in a tough spot and haven’t had dinner with me in ages.”
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Elissa originally hadn’t planned on staying for dinner tonight either.
But she heard from the staff that Suzanne only had a good appetite when Elissa kept her company.
That was why she agreed.
However, once she sat down, she
realized the entire table was filled with her favorite dishes, catering entirely to her tastes rather than Suzannes. She was being treated. like a married daughter returning to her parents’ home.
Amused by the thought, Elissa smiled and replied to Suzanne, “Suzanne, the most important thing for you right now is to stay in a good mood. As for everything else, we have plenty of time.”
She didn’t mention that she already knew Marcia was an impostor.
After all, this was the Wilkinson family’s private matter, and it wouldn’t be proper for her to bring it up unless they did so first.
Jesse originally had a business engagement tonight, but when he heard Suzanne mention Elissa was staying for dinner, he canceled his plans and came back.
As soon as he stepped into the dining room, he heard her remark. Handing his suit jacket to a staff member, he called out in his clear voice, “Mom. Elissa.”
Hearing the familiar voice from her right, Elissa turned around and smiled. “Jesse, why are you back? Suzanne said you had a business engagement.”