âImogen, you tell me the truth. Does this have anything to do with you?â Francis asked, his gaze piercing as he searched her face for a hint of guilt.
Imogenâs fingers, resting lightly on his shoulder, stiffened at the question. She attempted a reply but was cut off as he caught her hand, her face twisting into an awkward smile. âWhat do you mean by that? Haven't | already explained myself earlier? Why would you still question me?â
Francis stared at her unflinchingly, determined not to overlook any flicker of emotion across her face. âRegina is my daughter. |
know her inside and out. She would never get herself into a mess like this. Even if sheâs a bit playful, she wouldnât play fast and loose with her own body. And considering the doctors found sleeping pills in her body... Well, Reginaâs never had trouble sleeping, so where did those pills come from?â
Pulling her hand away, Imogen feigned indignation. âSo, you're saying Iâm lying to you? That your precious Regina can do no wrong, and | must be the one who's hurt her? You do realize she hasnât lived at home for years. You have no idea what sheâs like out there. As long as she puts on a good show for you, thatâs all that matters, right? Why canât you ever trust me? After all these years of sharing a bed, do you still not know what kind of person | am?â
Francis replied with a hint of knowing in his voice, âItâs precisely because we've shared a bed for so many years that | know what kind of person you can be. | just want a strat answer from you. Is this mess related to you or not? If it truly has nothing to do w then I'll drop the subject forever. But if | find out it does, Imogen, you must remem Regina is my flesh and blood. | will not stand by and watch someone harm her.â
Imogen pressed a hand to her mouth, tears streaming down her face. âOh, Francis, thought I'd see the day when my years of devotion still couldnât earn your trust. | was wrong about you. | should never have considered myself your wife. To you, Iâm just a maid, bought and paid for by the Tanners, arenât |? You married me just to get Regina a stepmother!â
Francis frowned, âDonât twist my words. Thereâs no need to take this so far. | just want to know if youâre involved or not. If youâre not, then where were you at the time?â
âDonât you know where | was? | was at the hospital. Even Madeline knows Iâve been feeling unwell lately. She offered to go with me for a check-up. How else could | have brought her along to see you?â
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appetite Whit ade him wonder if there was something wrong with her stomach. He had intended to take her to the hospital for a check-up but had been sidetracked.
Francis felt a twinge of guilt and finally softened. âIâ sosny, I shouldn't haye-siaubied dl ut if it was that simple, why didnât you tell me earlier?â