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Mirabella listened to what Wyatt had said, replying with only a faint voice, "It wasn't her who tampered with the medicine."
Mandy, though selfish, wouldn't do such a thing. Mirabella had already tested her that day.
As for the argument... Mirabella suddenly took out the necklace from under her collar, "They might have been fighting over this jade piece."
James's gaze slightly hardened upon seeing the jade piece Mirabella held, then he stepped forward, tucking the jade back into her collar, "This jade is the only thing Catherine left you, keep it safe."
Mirabella glanced at him, "Didn't you take it for research last time? Did you find anything?"
"Nothing, it's just ordinary warm jade." James's expression remained unchanged, revealing nothing.
"Oh." Mirabella's eyelashes fluttered down, but she quickly lifted her head again, suggesting, "Maybe we should start with Summer."
Upon hearing this, Wyatt remarked, "Why not suspect the brother today?"
He remembered the kid muttering complaints about Ms. Mirabella being heartless on the way back, as if they had deep grudges.
"He doesn't have the guts," Mirabella shook her head, dismissing the idea outright.
Aiden, though wasteful, at least had some morals and wasn't irredeemably bad.
The fact that he waited in the cemetery today to bring Catherine's last words to her was telling enough.
"I'll look into Summer now," Wyatt quickly said.
And with that, he was gone.
Only Mirabella and James were left in the room.
Mirabella walked absentmindedly to the floor-to-ceiling window, unaware of when the sky outside had darkened, mingled in the rain were fine snowflakes, fluttering down, as if wanting to paint the world in pure white.
The warm-hearted old lady who had given her warmth would never, ever come back.
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