Semua Bab My Husband Regretted Divorcing Me: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The name lingered in the air before Elias could bring himself to speak it."Margaret."His voice cracked."My sister's name was Margaret."Rebecca frowned."You told us your father had only two children."Elias looked down at the faded photograph in his trembling hands."Because..."He swallowed hard."...that's what I believed."Jonathan stepped closer."You believed what Henry Mercer wanted everyone to believe."Sarah carefully laid the barbecue photograph beside the nursery portrait.The difference between the two images was striking.The nursery portrait had been taken only days after the babies were born.The barbecue picture was several months later.Claire looked healthier.The children were older.And there, standing just behind Claire, was Margaret Mercer.She was smiling.One arm rested casually on Claire's shoulder.A gesture of affection.Of trust.Rebecca felt sick."If she betrayed Mom...""She was close enough to know everything."Jonathan nodded."She was closer than a

The room fell into a stunned silence.No one took their eyes off the journal.Lake Naivasha, Kenya.Rebecca read the words again, half expecting them to disappear."They don't make any sense."Sarah gently took the journal."Not yet."She examined the map carefully.Unlike Claire's previous sketches, this one was extraordinarily detailed.Roads.Railway lines.Elevations.Even hand-drawn landmarks.Claire hadn't copied it from an atlas.She had surveyed it herself.Elias slowly sat down."I've never been to Kenya."Jonathan looked at him."No.""But Claire had."Every head turned.Rebecca frowned."Mom was in Kenya?"Jonathan nodded."Twice.""When?""The first time..."He searched his memory."...about two years before she met you."Elias blinked."She never told me.""There were many things Claire kept separate."Jonathan smiled sadly."She believed unfinished work shouldn't burden the people she loved."Gabriel leaned over Sarah's shoulder.His expression hardened."I remember this

No one reached for the videotape.For the first time since they had entered the underground nursery, there was no urgency.No hidden compartment demanding to be opened.No coded message to decipher.Just a black VHS cassette resting quietly inside the safe.Rebecca broke the silence."Do we even have a way to play it?"Jonathan smiled faintly."If Claire left a tape..."He glanced around the room."...she left a player."Sebastian searched the nursery with the eye of an engineer.The furniture was too carefully arranged.The bookshelf was built into the wall.The desk sat at an odd angle.Then he noticed a small brass switch hidden beneath the writing surface.He pressed it.A quiet electric hum filled the room.One section of the bookshelf slid aside, revealing a narrow cabinet.Inside sat a perfectly preserved VHS player connected to a small television.The equipment looked almost untouched.Sarah raised an eyebrow."She thought of everything."Elias chuckled softly through his tear

The words hung over the nursery like a storm cloud.Estimated arrival in Kenya: 14 hours.Rebecca looked at the countdown on Morales' laptop.The seconds continued to tick away.For thirty years, Claire's secrets had remained hidden beneath the Mercer warehouse.Now they had less than a day before Margaret—or whoever was pursuing her—reached Lake Naivasha.Sarah broke the silence."We need to leave."Jonathan shook his head."Not yet."Rebecca frowned."We don't have time.""That's exactly why we can't rush."Jonathan walked to the large map of Kenya spread across Claire's desk.He placed both hands on its edges."Claire never traveled without preparing three backup plans."He looked at Rebecca."If she marked Lake Naivasha...""...she expected someone else to find the map eventually."Sarah nodded."So the location itself could be another distraction.""Exactly.""If we run to the lake without understanding why she chose it...""...we'll be walking into the same trap that trapped eve

The nursery had grown quiet again.Not because there were no more questions.Because every answer seemed to create three new ones.Jonathan continued staring at his phone.Rebecca stepped beside him."Can you trace it?"Morales was already reaching for the device."Let me."Jonathan handed it over.Morales connected the phone to his laptop.For nearly a minute, only the sound of keys filled the room.Finally, he leaned back."It was routed through twelve encrypted servers."Sarah sighed."So we have nothing."Morales looked up."Not exactly."He enlarged one line on the screen."The final transmission originated in Switzerland."Rebecca felt a flicker of hope."So Margaret really sent it.""No."Morales shook his head."It originated there.""That's not the same thing."Jonathan folded his arms."Margaret never sends messages directly."Rebecca frowned."How do you know?""Because I taught her not to."He smiled faintly."Back when we were hiding, we assumed every phone call could be