Chapter 567

"Looks like a case of guilt-driven suicide," Tarquin mused, scanning the scene with a detective's eye.

Elysia, wiping away her tears, looked up in a mix of hope and confusion. "Does that mean... the killer's been caught?"

Tarquin sighed, the weight of truth heavy on his shoulders. "She was probably just a scapegoat."

He had no grudge against the maid; she had no motive to poison Elijah. It seemed more likely that the real culprit had set her up to take the fall, creating the illusion of a suicide to divert suspicion from themselves.

"So, what you're saying is... she's not the killer. The real murderer is still out there, walking free?" Elysia's voice trembled with rising panic.

"Yeah, but... try not to worry, I-"

Elysia's fear boiled over. "How can I not worry?! Someone's out to hurt my Elijah, and we don't even know who they are! They're still out there, possibly planning to strike again. I... I..."

like a storm, words failing her as her frustration grew, pushing her to the brink of

puzzled by her intense reaction, ventured cautiously, "You're afraid they might try to harm

streaming down her

not have caught them yet, but I

shook her

been poisoned before! This isn't the

see it? You're always by his side, you love him so much, and yet you've missed it every single

you imagine how much

Elijah bears the pain alone... My poor

was stunned. "What did

whimpered, "Elijah... he's always been hurt by

darkened, his brows

What did you just say? Someone's

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