Last night, Alaric Faulkner had already ordered an investigation into everything about Yvette Ray, including her grievances with Ronan Keating.
Many things became crystal clear once considered.
"You..." Eleanor Sterling sighed.
Yvette’s affairs were actually easy to investigate, but Ronan knew nothing, because he hated Yvette and was unwilling to dig into her matters.
Otherwise, how could things have escalated to the current situation? However, the blood feud of attempted murder that lay between them was not something easily resolved.
After thinking for a moment, Eleanor asked, "Why did Ronan Keating come to me?"
So was she admitting that she was Sally?
Alaric raised an eyebrow, knowing he hadn’t guessed wrong; Eleanor Sterling was indeed an exceptional woman.
Eleanor asked, "Is it because of Mrs. Keating? Did he come to me to treat her?"
"Mrs. Keating has been in a vegetative state for many years. The Keating Family has sought numerous renowned doctors but to no avail."
Upon hearing this, Eleanor curled her lips and laughed coldly, "Just as well, if he hadn’t come to me, I would have sought him out anyway!"
Alaric asked, "Eleanor, do you know the background of the Truman Family?"
Eleanor frowned, "It should be similar to the Keating Family, right? What is the background of the Keating Family?"
She only knew that the Keating Family was very mysterious and had considerable influence; she wasn’t very clear on specifics.
But since Alaric Faulkner had cooperation with Ronan, he should know the Keating Family’s situation well.
"The Keating and Truman families are equally matched. If you don’t want the Ray Family to suffer devastation, then keep Yvette away from Ronan."
Eleanor couldn’t help but sneer lightly.
Yvette was a proud and strong girl. Despite being falsely accused by her beloved, she lived well; prison hadn’t broken her, but made her even more resilient.
She thought if it weren’t for little Ran, Yvette wouldn’t have appeared in front of Ronan at all, let alone gotten entangled with him.
A cold look flashed across Eleanor’s eyes as she said, "Contact Ronan Keating and say you know Sally and can help him."
"You want to go to the Keating Family to treat Mrs. Keating?"
"Yes, I investigated the matter from back then; it was executed flawlessly, and the perpetrator hid very well.
Perhaps if Mrs. Keating wakes up, the perpetrator from back then will slip up. I can’t let little Yvette be wronged."
When it came to Yvette’s issue, Eleanor’s eyes suddenly narrowed.
She looked at Alaric and asked, "Hey, let me ask you, if you were Ronan Keating, would you not listen to my explanation and wrongfully accuse me?"
Alaric glanced at her, "If?"
Eleanor nodded, "Yes, if you were Ronan Keating, and I were Yvette Ray, would you accuse me wrongly and send me to prison?"
Even though Eleanor was confident in her ability to avoid prison.
But she was still curious.
Curious about how this cheeky man would handle it.
This question was undoubtedly a loaded one; if Alaric answered poorly, Eleanor might explode again.
His deep eyes fell on Eleanor’s bright face, and his thin lips curled up, "There is no ’if’, I am not Ronan Keating."
Before Eleanor could speak, Alaric continued, "Without a few years of a brain blood clot, it’s impossible to trust a stranger’s word over a girlfriend of several years."
Alaric slowly curled his lips, his words somewhat contemptuous, almost mocking, "He’s incompetent."
Eleanor was amused by his words.
This man’s tongue was just too sharp!
He seemed audacious; was he so certain he could find out everything?
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Eleanor’s heart.
Even if Alaric couldn’t find out everything, at least he would unswervingly believe in her.
Before learning about the child’s matters, the one who wavered was her.
If Alaric hadn’t thickened his skin and insisted on persisting, they probably would have missed each other. For original chapters go to novel⟡fire.net