CHAPTER 14

Who else but the Darwin Family would save a murderer? Fiona couldn't think of anyone else.

But who would have guessed that after saving him, they would end up silencing him for good. She should have known that, given the Darwin Family's venomous nature, killing to cover up their tracks would be their best option.

Now everything was ruined. Not only had she lost her last clue, but her investigation into the culprit had also drawn the Darwin Family's attention. If they discovered that she knew the truth, would she be next?

The sudden realization made her heart race, and she couldn't calm down for a long time. But no matter what, she had to bear the consequences alone. She couldn't let her adoptive parents find out.

After her three-day break, she returned to work. To avoid drawing the Darwin Family's attention, she spent her days either working or visiting her adoptive mother in the hospital, making sure to stay out of their sight. She also strictly followed the doctor's advice to abstain from alcohol and get adequate rest for a month. Secretly, she spent a significant amount of money hiring a new private investigator to look into her adoptive parents' car accident.

A month passed quietly.

She took some time to go for a follow-up checkup at the hospital, and the results showed everything was fine.

After she left the hospital, Gabriel received a call from the hospital. "Mr. Robinson, Miss Hayes has had an ultrasound. The fetus is over two months old and developing very well."

"Didn't she show signs of a miscarriage? Delivering food every day won't affect her?" he asked.

"Miss Hayes grew up in the countryside and is in excellent physical condition. She isn't as fragile as most pregnant women," the doctor replied.

"Got it."

Despite Fiona's constant hustle and bustle, she never expected it would affect her unborn child. But contrary to her worries, everything seemed fine.

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Twilight Club.

As the night deepened, the club began to fill up. Under the dazzling lights and flowing drinks, young men and women, exhausted from their work, indulged themselves without restraint. Some swayed on the dance floor, while others drowned in their glasses, seeking a temporary escape from reality.

Watching this scene, Fiona couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for the Darwin Family's deliberate harming of her foster parents, she would have taken her money back home to open a bar or a grocery store, living a simple and peaceful life.

Around ten o'clock at night, as she was taking a breather in a corner, her walkie-talkie crackled to life. "Fiona, come to the men's restroom quickly. Mr. Hamilton is asking for you."

"The men's restroom? Why would I, a woman, go to the men's restroom?" she replied disdainfully, pressing the button on her walkie-talkie.

"Oh, come on, Fiona, you have to come. Mr Hamilton specifically asked for you. Don't worry, there's no one in the men's restroom right now," Drake reassured her, knowing her concerns.

"Grant Hamilton again! Fine, I'm coming."

With that, she clipped the walkie-talkie to her belt and headed towards the public restroom.

As soon as she reached the men's restroom, a few security guards greeted her immediately. "Go check it out, Mr Hamilton is sprawled over the toilet and won't get up."

"He specifically asked for you."

"Hey, Fiona, you should seize this chance. Who knows, you might go from rags to riches."

Listening to the teasing from her buddies, she kicked Drake lightly. "Who are you calling a rag?"

"Oops, my bad," Drake said with an awkward smile. You are like a koi fish leaping over the dragon gate."

"Stop talking nonsense. You guys better get back to work before the manager catches us slacking off," she said, waving her hand to send the guys off to patrol the bar.

Walking into the men's restroom, she noticed the first stall was open. Tilting her head, she saw Grant Hamilton sitting on the toilet, vomiting into the trash can.

Grant, the second son of the Hamilton Family from Springvale City, was known for his good looks but also for being a useless playboy and a notorious troublemaker. Mentioning his name often brought ridicule.

How did Fiona know him?

Well, it was a classic case of "no fight, no friendship."

Not long after she started working at Twilight Club, she saw Grant bullying Drake. Unable to stand it, she grabbed a bottle from the table, smashed the bottom, and pointed the sharp edge at Grant.

"Drake is under my protection. Try touching him again, and see what happens!"

Grant, however, pointed to a bottle of vodka on the table and said, "If you can gulp this bottle in one go, I'll let him go."

Fiona, who had been drinking with her foster father since childhood, had an impressive tolerance for alcohol. She grabbed the bottle of vodka and downed it in one go. After that, not only did the security team respect her, but even Grant Hamilton looked at her differently.

Since then, Grant often dragged her into drinking games, and over time, they became friends. The security team, impressed by her bold and righteous actions, started calling her "Madam Fiona."

"Ugh..." Grant couldn't stop himself from throwing up again.

Fiona felt a wave of nausea as she covered her nose with one hand and tapped his shoulder with an electric baton in the other. "Grant, if you're drunk, just go home. Sitting here and puking is disgusting."

Hearing her voice, he wiped his mouth with a tissue. His face, usually bright and handsome like a big boy, was now smiling as he reached out to her. "Come on, give me a hand."

"I'm afraid you'll dirty my hands." She shook the electric baton with a look of disdain. "Grab this instead."

Grant obediently grasped the baton, stood up, and walked to the sink. He scooped up some water to rinse his mouth and washed his face.

Fiona crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, watching him. "Which girl dumped you this time? Look at the state you're in."

He propped his hands on the sink, staring at his disheveled reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly, he smiled and turned his head to look at her. "Does everyone think I'm a loser?" His smile carried a hint of bitterness and helplessness.

The sudden seriousness made her uncomfortable. She pulled out a few paper towels and handed them to him. "If you're not drunk, get out! Uh... hey, Grant, what are you doing?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Grant suddenly grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall. "Fiona, do you know that you're the only one who's ever treated me differently?"

He was reeking of alcohol, making her feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Fiona didn't take Grant's drunken words seriously at all. Instead, she glared at him. "Have I not beaten you up recently? Do you need a reminder of who you are?"

"You... you... Just look at how ugly you are! I'm not even picky, so why don't you just settle for me?" he mumbled, his words dripping with drunken arrogance.

"Grant, are you still half-asleep? Do you need me to help you sober up?" she couldn't help but snap at him.

"Ahem..."

At that moment, a cough echoed from the entrance of the men's restroom. Both of them turned their heads towards the sound.

Fiona's back stiffened, and her eyes widened slightly.

Gabriel Robinson?

Why was he here? How could he be here?

But then she remembered that the child she had carried for Gabriel was no more, and they had no ties left. She quickly adopted an indifferent and cold demeanor.

"Well, well, what a coincidence! Mr Robinson is here to use the restroom too?" Grant maintained his casual posture, one hand propped against the wall and the other in his pocket, as he greeted the suddenly appearing Gabriel.

The Twilight Club was one of Gabriel's properties. Although he usually resided in the penthouse, he rarely came down to inspect the place unless he was entertaining business partners.

Who would have thought that today, of all days, he would decide to come down for an inspection, only to catch this woman shamelessly flirting with the useless Grant?