Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1851

“Carter, this is bad!” Ada rushed up to Carter in a panic.

Carter could sense that Ada was referring to Shirley.

“Do you know where Shirley went?” Carter asked directly.

Ada nodded repeatedly. “I wasn’t paying much attention at first, but it struck me when you couldn’t find Shirley.”

“Get to the point.”

“When I was returning from the scene of the fire earlier, I vaguely saw Shirley heading down the street to grab a taxi.”

Upon hearing this, Carter strode out hurriedly.

It was a rare sight to see Carter worried and anxious, and it made Ada’s heart feel a lot lighter.

She was grateful for her own decisiveness. Otherwise, she would have been even more pained at the present.

In reality, she had seen Shirley hailing a taxi by the street earlier, but Ada deliberately waited for a period of time before telling Carter. She wanted Shirley to have a head start so that Carter would have a difficult time finding her.

Carter drove his car along the route Shirley might have taken, but he was unable to find her.

Night fell, and under the dark blue moonlight, it began to drizzle, bringing a chill to this spring night.

The gate of Whitman Manor.

Shirley had been sitting in her wheelchair for half an hour; she did not leave despite the rain.

Karen and Eloise were in the living room teasing Percy in their arms, glancing out the French windows from time to time.

“Karen, is that woman really what you described?” Eloise asked uncertainly.

As the rain grew heavier, Eloise could not help but feel sympathetic.

” She’s already been outside in the rain for half an hour.”

“Even if she had the anti-toxoid test reagent, Jeremy and Eveline  aren’t here, and we can’t get in touch with them either. For now, let’s leave that woman alone. Perhaps she’s even pretending to be disabled. Our family has been harmed so many times by people with ill intentions. We must not let our guard down.”

Eloise agreed with Karen’s words.

It was indeed prudent that they kept their guard up, so they stopped paying attention to Shirley and focused on taking care of her grandchild instead.

As the rain grew heavier, each raindrop grew in size, crashing down one by one.

Shirley remained motionless, waiting on the same spot as she looked ahead, allowing the rain to soak through her hair and clothes.

There were only tears running down from her eyes down her face, a silent accompaniment to the raindrops.

It was raining before her eyes, but she seemed to see a bizarre flame burning furiously, devouring everything in the end, including the only relative she had in the world and the girl who had been caring for her—someone whom she had been eager to befriend.

This was retribution.