Clara spoke, her lips slightly curling: "Faye, that woman... she’s back."
Faye had already thought of this. She and Clara are the same age. Clara said she lost her mother when she was 9 years old, and that Luna Fisher was sentenced to 20 years. No matter how you calculate, she should be back now.
"Have you been troubled by this lately?"
Clara nodded: "I really feel terrible. I heard that on the day she was released, Uncle Oliver personally went to pick her up.
For a long time after that, Uncle Oliver didn’t come home.
I thought they were living together. Later, the secretary told me that Uncle Oliver had been staying in a hotel that whole period.
That day, I went to the hotel to find him. I asked him why he wasn’t coming home, was it because that woman was back, and he just wanted to avoid me.
He said he just didn’t want me to know about this and be upset. He knew that paper can’t cover fire, and that I would eventually hear about Luna Fisher’s release. He wanted to wait until I calmed down a bit before coming home.
I asked him if he plans to bring Luna Fisher home to live together.
He said he had no such plan. A month before Luna Fisher was released, he had already bought her a villa, and now Luna Fisher lives alone in that villa."
Faye frowned in confusion: "This actually... isn’t much, right? It only proves that Oliver is compassionate and righteous.
What happened in the past happened so many years ago, Clara. You really shouldn’t feel so bad about it.
Your mother is gone. Even if you’re in pain, she won’t come back. Instead of living in such pain, you might as well be a bit more accepting."
"That’s not it, Faye." Clara sighed heavily in distress: "I know, what Uncle Oliver did is not wrong, and I have no right to say anything. But you know what... that Luna Fisher hired someone to spy on me."
Faye was puzzled for a moment: "Why?"
"I don’t know either. These past few days, I’ve been living under someone’s surveillance. I really feel like my life is falling apart.
Thinking about how she killed my mom back then, I actually really hate her, but more than hate, I want to know why she killed.
Back then, what kind of grudge did my mom have with her that she was willing to sacrifice her own youth to kill my mom?
And now why does she want to monitor me? I’m so scared, really scared.
I want to talk to Uncle Oliver about these things too, but I know that Uncle Oliver has no mind to care about me now.
He has to pursue you and take care of his ’old friend’ from the past. Right now, I’ve become a burden in his life."
"Don’t think like that." Faye stood up, walked to Clara’s side, sat down, and patted her shoulder: "How do you know she’s monitoring you."
"I had someone catch that person watching me. They said a woman paid them to watch my every move. This woman must be her. I trust my intuition."
Faye folded her arms and sighed, thinking for a moment: "Have you tried having a good talk with Oliver about this matter?"
"Uncle Oliver doesn’t talk to me about that woman at all. As soon as I bring up her name, he avoids the conversation. Faye, do you know what I’m most worried about now isn’t myself, it’s Uncle Oliver.
I’m so afraid... that she has some ill intentions towards Uncle Oliver. I’m afraid she will hurt Uncle Oliver.
But I have no evidence, Faye, what do you think I should do?"
Faye held Clara’s hand: "I think your emotions are really too tense right now. When people are emotional, they often can’t make the right choices and judgments.
Clara, I suggest you first find a way to control your emotions. Only then can you handle these matters well."
Clara sighed: "Faye, can I stay here with you for a few days? I’m really so chaotic right now. Living alone in that empty house every day, I can’t do anything but overthink."
Faye nodded and smiled: "Alright, there are many rooms here. You can stay as long as you like."
"Thank you so much, Faye, really."
Faye raised her eyebrows and pressed her lips together: "Alright, don’t think too much. Let’s have dinner first."
After dinner, Faye went upstairs to help Darnley with his bath. After finishing her bath, Clara also came to her room.
Seeing Clara, Darnley was a bit embarrassed: "Sister Clara, how could you barge in when a man is bathing."
Clara stepped forward to rub Darnley’s head, "Oh my, our Darnley is a real man now, right?"