บททั้งหมดของ The Broken Heiress Meets the Billionaire Detective : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Mr. Whitemere said, oblivious to the fact that their conversation was being heard by his wife and Elowen.“You must really think that I’m stupid,” Lucien said with a scoff. “But let me remind you—I’m a detective, and I see through people easily, so don’t think you can lie to me.”His eyes burned sharply at Mr. Whitemere, warning him to think twice before lying.He didn’t know the reason behind everything yet, but he planned to uncover it.“Since you knew she was well, why then did you have her transferred to another hospital?” Mr. Whitemere finally asked.Some days ago, he had gone to the hospital, only to be told that Beatrice had been transferred to another hospital, as requested by her son-in-law, Lucien Calderwood, the CEO of Calderwood Group.At first, he was confused because he didn’t know which son-in-law they were talking about. Then he was told it was Elowen’s husband. That was when he realized it was the detective—but he had been in

“Aren’t we going home?” Elowen asked Lucien as he drove along an unfamiliar road.They had just left the hospital, and she thought they were heading back home.“Yes,” Lucien replied, giving her a brief glance before returning his eyes to the road. “I’m off today, so let’s spend the day outside the house,” he added softly.“Okay,” Elowen agreed quietly. She also wanted to spend the day away from the house.They drove in silence for a while. The air between them felt calm, yet heavy with unspoken thoughts. Elowen turned her head slowly to look at him.“It’s not true… right?” she asked in a very low voice, almost a whisper. Her palms clenched tightly together.What she had heard at the hospital kept ringing in her head. She couldn’t wait until they reached their destination before asking him.How was it possible that her mother was not mentally ill… that she had been pretending all these years?But that wasn’t what shocked Elowen the most.It was the fact that she wasn’t even her mother.

Cecelia stood at the entrance of De Luca Bar, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm herself.She had rushed there immediately after finding out that Evans was here. Her fingers tightened around her phone. She was nervous. She didn’t know how he would react when he saw her.Would he still be angry? Would he even listen to her?The way he had stormed out of her house was still fresh in her mind.Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.Her eyes scanned the bar quickly. It didn’t take long before she spotted him.He was sitting alone, leaning back in his chair with a glass in his hand. He looked distant.Cecelia’s heart tightened at the sight. She slowly walked toward him.“Evans,” she called softly, but Evans didn’t react.His eyes were fixed straight ahead, staring at nothing in particular. He had already seen her when she entered.“Are you still angry?” Cecelia asked again as she sat beside him.Evans’ eyes snapped to her, as if asking if she was really serious. Of course

Mitchell stepped out of the house after days of locking herself inside. The afternoon sunlight hit her face, making her squint slightly. It felt strange, like she hadn’t seen the outside world in a long time. She had finally decided to step out since what happened between her and Harris. The embarrassment and regret had made her hide inside, but she couldn’t keep hiding forever. Taking a deep breath, she walked towards her car. Her mind was still heavy. The memories hadn’t gone away. She tightened her grip on her bag and shook her head slightly. “Enough,” she muttered under her breath. She reached her car and stretched her hand to open the door… “Mitchell.” Her body froze instantly. She didn’t need to turn around. She knew that voice. It was Harris. Slowly, she closed her eyes for a second before opening them again. She had thought he had left. He had come that morning, but she didn’t open the door for him. She slowly turned around to face him. She needed to f

:Cecelia stood beside the garden shed, her fingers tightly holding her phone, feeling the pressure from her father’s eyes. She could tell that he was getting impatient from waiting and was close to snapping.They were waiting for Evans.She looked toward the gate, hoping for it to open before her father lost it.She had come over last night and informed her parents that her boyfriend would be coming today.And now, Evans wasn’t here yet.Her father, Mr. Ross, stood not far from her, his expression already dark. His hands were behind his back, and his posture was stiff. Clearly, he was not in a good mood.“Where is he?” he asked coldly.Cecelia swallowed.“He… he should be here soon,” she replied.Mr. Ross scoffed loudly at her response.“Soon?” he repeated with irritation. “You said that 20 minutes ago,” he added, turning fully to her.His wife, Mrs. Ross, was sitting on a chair quietly. Her face showed worry for her daughter. She felt that Cecelia was probably lying about having a b