Chapter 38
Chapter 38
“Mr. Rothschild…” Arthur started to greet the approaching figure, but Nicolas walked right past them without acknowledgment, pushing directly into the hospital room.
“Don’t go in there…” Arthur tried to warn him that Rachel was having a breakdown inside, but Matt blocked his path.
“Mr. Rothschild Sr. wanted to come personally, but his health wouldn’t allow it. Mr. Nicolas is here on his
behalf,” Matt said with that same official smile that always irritated Arthur.
Matt’s seemingly gentle expression was deceptively unmovable. As Nicolas’s proxy, his words carried absolute authority.
Nicolas entered and quietly closed the door, shutting out the outside world completely.
Rachel sat numbly on the floor, holding her grandfather’s hand, pressing her face into his palm as if he were
still stroking her cheek.
“The floor’s cold. You’ll get sick,” Nicolas said softly, trying to pull her up, but she wouldn’t budge.
Rachel seemed like a lifeless doll, completely devoid of spirit.
He crouched down, covering her ice-cold hands with his warm palms. His voice was gentle, as if afraid to
disturb something sacred. “Grandpa loved you most. He wouldn’t want to see you like this.”
Rachel’s eyelashes trembled. At those words, she finally showed some response, tears falling onto Donald’s withered palm.
Yes, Grandpa definitely wouldn’t want to see her like this-half-dead and broken.
She tried to speak, but her voice came out hoarse from crying and silence.
“You still have me.” He pulled Rachel into his arms, his voice full of tenderness. “Actually, Grandpa called me a long time ago…”
Rachel suddenly gripped his sleeve tightly, Nicolas knew what she wanted to hear and quickly continued, “Right after you got out of prison, he found me and asked me to protect you. I wasn’t sure if I should agree, but then you came to me wanting to get married.”
Nicolas fell silent after speaking. He hadn’t planned to tell her these things before.
The old man had approached him out of trust. But Nicolas hadn’t known whether to agree, especially since her heart belonged to someone else….
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‘He said…” Nicolas’s voice drifted, “to take good care of you.”
Rachel’s expression shifted slightly. So Grandpa had paved the way for her in places she never knew.
Her nails dug deep into Nicolas’s palm, leaving crescent marks.
Rachel.” This was the first time Nicolas had called her name so formally, his tone carrying serious weight. No matter how you feel right now, you need to pull yourself together. This whole thing is suspicious. Matt howed me Grandpa’s medical reports-despite his poor health, he was actually improving. His death was Do sudden. It raises questions.”
achel stirred, looking at Nicolas.
We’ll let the coroner handle this now.”
Okay.”
licolas coaxed Rachel to go rest outside. Thankfully, she was willing to listen to him, though her movements were stiff and robotic, like a soulless doll.
he coroner arrived quickly. As Nicolas took one last look at the bed, he noticed something-a single curly air wrapped around the old man’s fingers, barely noticeable.
he morgue’s cold air licked at Rachel’s neck as she stared at the autopsy report showing “coagulation isorder.” She suddenly laughed.
he coroner hadn’t found anything conclusive either.
Sister…” Sophie’s voice drifted over, mixed with that headache-inducing rose perfume. “I know I said the vrong thing. Please don’t be angry anymore, okay?”
tachel didn’t want to waste words with her and told her to get lost without turning around.
Sophie bit her lip pitifully and started walking toward Donald’s body.
What are you doing?”
Rachel quickly blocked her path.
She remembered Nicolas’s words-Grandpa’s death was suspicious. If someone had been secretly plotting, Sophie was the most likely suspect! After all, she was the one who had caused Grandpa such distress!
But… there was no evidence.
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Rachel stared at Sophie, trying to detect any tells in her expression, but found nothing.
Sophie looked back with wounded innocence, ultimately making no move.
She lowered her raised foot, abandoning whatever she’d planned to do.
“Sister, do you suspect something?”
Sophie asked tentatively.
Rachel released her grip and said nothing.
Sophie knew she wouldn’t get anywhere here, so she pouted and turned to leave in the opposite direction.
After walking a few meters, she suddenly called Rachel’s name.
Rachel turned around just in time to see Sophie’s mouth moving silently, forming words without sound. The distance was too far for Rachel to hear anything-she could only make out the lip movements.
Rachel turned away wearily, not wanting to engage further.
But Sophie’s silent words kept echoing in her mind.
Finally, she realized what Sophie had been mouthing-
Guess whose name Grandpa called out before he died?
