Krista’s pov
When I walked to the coffee table and helped my Uncle serve Romeo food, I saw the picture on Cheney’s mobile phone.
Turns out he was watching the surveillance.
Uncle said, “Cheney, Krista, let’s eat together. I’ll take care of the child.”
He took out the children’s food and brought it to the hospital bed.
I looked at Uncle. “Uncle, you go and eat first, I’ll do it.”
“No, I just ate a few mouthfuls. Go and eat. What time is it? You and Cheney should be hungry.”
“Have you really eaten?”
“Don’t worry, I can still lie to you.”
I just came to the coffee table and sat down, ready to eat.
Cheney put his mobile phone aside and leaned over to me. “It smells good. It seems that Uncle not only has medical skills, but also cooks very well.”
I didn’t bother to take care of him, but Romeo said happily while eating food, “My fourth grandfather can have a lot of things, and he can also do carpentry work. When I was a child, my first small Trojan rocking chair was made for me by my fourth grandfather.”
“Uncle, these years, it’s really hard for you.”
I have some irritability under my heart.
He just said that he doesn’t trust Uncle, and now he pretends to be a good person.
Uncle was embarrassed to say, “It’s not hard, that is, in the past years, I didn’t know Romeo was a young master of a large family. Now, thinking about it, what I used to give Romeo really wronged him.”
“Uncle, don’t say that,” I looked up and said deliberately. “What you give Romeo is at least happiness and safety, and what a big family gives is only injury and accident.”
Cheney looked at me and said nothing.
My Uncle shook his head at me.
I know what Uncle wants to say to me.
But I can’t control my emotions.
My own son was almost killed, and I can’t take care of Cheney’s feelings.
After dinner, Cheney continued to sit on the sofa and watch the video.
I passed Cheney several times, but there was no communication between the both of us at all.
After the infusion in the afternoon, Romeo fell asleep.
Cheney got up and said, “Krista, I’ll go back to the Fischer’s mansion and take care of something.”
I didn’t look at him, but I just gave an “okay” answer.
Cheney looks at Nolan. “Uncle, please take care of them here. I’ll be back in an hour or two.”
Uncle got up and said politely, “Go ahead, I will take care of them with all my heart.”
Cheney walked up to me, patted me on the shoulder and turned away.
After he left, a few minutes later, Uncle asked, “Are you fighting with Cheney?”
I looked at Uncle and didn’t speak, just shrugged and smiled.
Uncle said, “In fact, Cheney is a man who is really good. These days, rich men are mostly philanderous, but I think he treats you with one heart and one mind.”
My eyebrow raised at that. “Uncle, some things, where is the surface to see so simple? If he is really good to me, how can he provoke me?”
Cheney said he loved me in front of his friends.
But… When something really happened, why was he defending others?
I got angry at the thought of his attitude at the door just now.
“In fact, some things are really as simple as what you see on the surface. What you can feel is often the most intuitive feeling he gives you. You will be angry because of him. Don’t you just prove that you also care about his attitude?”
I shook my head firmly. I don’t care about Cheney.
I’m angry now because he is defending Jacob.
But I can’t tell my Uncle what Cheney said just now.
Uncle said, “Krista, think about it, a person like Cheney has always been invisible in front of people, but he can relax and do anything in front of you. Isn’t his mood just now a proof of his love for you? Men only show the side that others can’t see in front of the woman they like.”
After listening to Uncle, my heart was comforted a lot.
However, I still can’t forgive him for helping Jacob speak.
Why should they all trust Jacob and ask me to trust each other?
I sighed, “He said that I have a bad attitude towards Jacob, but uncle, I really think that Jacob has something to do with Romeo being in a hospital bed. I am a mother. In this case, how can I have a good attitude towards him?”
“Did you talk to Cheney about your doubts about Jacob?”
I shook my head. “You can see how much the Fischer family believes in Jacob. I said, who will believe me? In their eyes, Jacob is one of their own.”
“But as far as you are concerned, Cheney is the closest person to you for the rest of your life. He is your husband. Why should you hide from your husband? A husband and wife should trust each other, don’t you think?”
My Uncle’s words made me think.
What if I say what I think and Cheney doesn’t believe it?
But if I won’t tell him… this matter, is he afraid that he can find Jacob’s fault?
Cheney’s pov
I went downstairs and went back to the car.
Milo came to my car and handed me the information. “Mr. Cheney, I looked into it. There are no relatives or friends between these people. There is no relationship between them and Uncle Jacob. The only connection is that all of them work in the Fischer’s mansion.”
I opened the information and took a look at it, then stuffed it back and gave it back to Milo. “Go and find out if Uncle Jacob has contacted any staff of the appraisal center these days, as soon as possible.”
“Yes, master.”
“Have you found the appraiser I asked you to arrange?”
“They have been waiting at the gate of the Fischer’s mansion for over an hour.”
“Okay go, go back to the company.”
Milo got out of the car.
As I drove to the door of the Fischer’s mansion, Milo arranged for two men to meet me respectfully. “Mr. Cheney, Milo sent us here to investigate the poisoning.”
I took them directly to the Snow Court. “The child was poisoned here. You will check the whole Snow Court to see if there is any poison powder left by the murderer.”
“Mr. Cheney, cyanide poisoning sometimes doesn’t happen directly. We need to make sure that the servants here have cleaned up in these few hours.”
I called and asked several servants who were being investigated intensively.
They agreed that “the last cleaning was done at 9:30 in the morning.”
Two staff members started investigating, and then I left the Snow Court.
I came to the Plum Court, and Flora was there.
She stepped forward worried and said, “Cheney, I just heard about Romeo. How is he now? Is he better?”
I nodded to her. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Why are you back at this time? Can Miss Krista be alone in the hospital?”
“It doesn’t matter, no one can take care of him better than Krista and his Uncle. I am very relieved that they are here.”
“That’s good. It’s too late today. I want to go to the hospital to see Romeo tomorrow. Is that okay?”
I looked at Flora and said, “Forget it for a few days. Romeo needs rest, so don’t go there. We don’t plan to receive any relatives who come to visit.”
Jacob’s eyebrows puckered slightly. “Master, Mrs. Fischer, she doesn’t even doubt Flora, does she?”
I looked at Jacob, my eyes as usual, but I wondered why he was alluding to Krista.
I clearly said this.