Orphanage?
Blanche remembered that Healy had mentioned the orphanage last night as well.
“Aunt Blanche, Healy is so miserable.” Tia’s voice trembled as she sobbed, reaching for Blanche’s lowered hand.
Her small palm was soft and warm. Blanche instinctively clasped Tia’s fingers in her own.
“Aunt Blanche, will you come with us to see Healy? Please?”
“He’s staying right here in this hospital.”
“It’s really not appropriate to be in contact with the suspect’s family. Let’s wait until the case is closed,” the male assistant interjected, seeing that Chief Ablett’s expression hadn’t changed.
Blanche gently withdrew her hand and patted Tia’s head. “Another time, sweetheart.”
Those three words drained the last of her resolve—what little strength she’d still been able to muster for Healy.
At the entrance, plainclothes officers had set up a temporary passageway. Without a word, Ablett swept Blanche up in his arms and strode away.
Tia chased after Blanche, sobbing her name, but no matter how desperately she called, Blanche never looked back.
She collapsed into Hedwig’s embrace, crying, “Mom, why doesn’t Aunt Blanche want Healy? Why doesn’t she want Uncle anymore?”
Hedwig knelt down to gently wipe away Tia’s tears. “You’ll understand when you’re older, darling. Your aunt had no choice. It’s not her fault.”
She remembered how Vincent Yates had betrayed her; her heart still ached from that wound.
But compared to Blanche, she was a little stronger—if only because of Tia.
Tia would always be by her side, loyal and loving. She would never turn her back, never cause her pain.
But Healy…
Hedwig let out a long sigh.
That man—so cold and unyielding—had sent her brother straight in. There was no way he’d allow his sister-in-law and Healy to see each other.
Her brother had finally met his match this time.
…
In the backseat of the car, Blanche sat lost in thought, watching the torrential rain blur the world outside the window.
Ablett’s calm voice broke through her reverie. “Look into what happened to Healy over the past three years.”
Blanche listened as the assistant answered, then turned to Ablett in surprise.
“Director, that's not necessary.”
Ablett didn’t respond to her. In a low voice, he added, “Mr. Jordan is waiting for you at home.”
Blanche suddenly remembered her real reason for coming. She was genuinely grateful for the Director’s thoughtfulness. “Thank you.”
Back at the McCarthy estate, Blanche shared her findings and plans with Mr. Jordan, and he exchanged the intel he’d uncovered as well.
“If Carney really is the one pulling the strings behind all this…” Mr. Jordan raised his brows at Ablett. “You’re not going to interfere, are you?”
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