All Chapters of My Best Friend STOLE MY Husband -So I Married His Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

By the time we reached Reed property, the sky had darkened and rain was beginning to fall over the driveway. The house was lit from within, but there was nothing welcoming about the sight. Two black vehicles stood near the entrance, and a pair of unfamiliar security men watched us approach. Their presence confirmed what Margaret had told us: Richard had arrived prepared to make his claim, and he had no intention of leaving quietly. Ethan squeezed my hand before we stepped out of the car. "Stay beside me," he said. "I was planning to." He gave me a look. "Don't start," I warned him. "I'm not in the mood to be ordered around." "I'm not ordering you around. I'm asking you not to let Richard separate you from us." I softened a little. "That's different." "Good. We're making progress." He kissed my temple before opening the car door. The gesture was brief, almost casual, but it steadied me more than he could have known. Inside, Margaret stood near the dining room with a folder

We left for Florence shortly after noon. Adrian insisted on taking two vehicles and changing our route twice before we reached the main road. Ethan didn't argue with him, which told me more about the seriousness of the situation than either man was willing to admit. Margaret stayed behind with my mother to prepare the documents for the independent legal review. Before we left, she gave Adrian the leather register and a sealed envelope she said Jonathan had entrusted to her years earlier. "I was told to open it only if the original key became relevant to a dispute over the foundation," she explained. "Why didn't you tell us about it earlier?" Adrian asked. "Because I didn't remember it existed until I found the register. Jonathan gave me several documents before he died, and I hid them when Richard began questioning me about the foundation. I haven't opened this envelope." Adrian examined the seal but didn't break it. "We'll take it with us. If the contents relate to the archive

Ethan called his mother back immediately.She didn't answer.He tried again, then sent a message demanding that she meet us in person. When there was still no response, he lowered the phone and stared at it with an expression I had never seen before.He wasn't simply angry. He looked betrayed."She knows we're close to the truth," he said. "And she still won't tell us who has the key.""Maybe she doesn't trust the phone," Adrian suggested from the doorway."Then she can tell us that in person."Adrian stepped into the room and placed a folder on the table. He had spent the last twenty minutes arranging the evidence from the archive, comparing the transfer record with the documents Margaret had found."The emergency instruction was issued the night before Jonathan died," he said. "Elizabeth removed the key, then returned it to a different custodian after his death. If we can identify that custodian, we may be able to establish whether the original transfer record was altered before or

I read the message aloud.Ethan took my phone and examined the number, his expression becoming increasingly severe."The plate is already inside the house," he repeated.Adrian appeared in the doorway a moment later, having heard our voices."What's happened?"Ethan showed him the message.Adrian's eyes moved from the screen to the room around us."If the sender is telling the truth, then someone has brought the metal plate onto this property, or it's been here all along."My mother joined us, looking from one face to another."What plate?"I handed her Grace's letter.She read it slowly, and when she reached the final paragraph, her expression changed."Elizabeth said Jonathan had hidden it somewhere Claire could identify.""Somewhere I visited as a child," I reminded her. "We thought it was St. Catherine's.""Perhaps it is. But this message suggests we shouldn't assume the plate is still there."Ethan moved towards the door."I'm having the security team check every entrance and rev

I read the message twice before I looked at Ethan. NOW ASK ADRIAN WHY HE NEVER TOLD YOU WHAT HAPPENED THREE DAYS BEFORE JONATHAN DIED. The room was dark except for the glow of his phone. Outside, the security lights illuminated the garden, casting long shadows across the windows. I could hear the faint hum of the air conditioner, but everything else seemed unnaturally still. “Someone wants us to believe Adrian was involved in Jonathan’s death,” I whispered. “Someone wants us to ask questions,” Ethan corrected. “Whether they expect us to find guilt or innocence is another matter.” “Do you think he knows more than he admitted?” “I think we should find out.” He sat up, switched on the bedside lamp, and sent the message to the secure number his security team used for evidence collection. Then he called Adrian. My father answered on the third ring. “I received another message,” Ethan said. “It concerns three days before Jonathan died.” There was a pause. “What does it say?” Eth