â Hayden, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up, âDr. Carden, why donât you go back to the
house to rest? The guest rooms are ready. Iâll walk around with the others and then head back. Itâs
too cold out here.â
She was concerned that the visitors from Wiltspoon, who were used to milder winter temperatures,
might struggle with the harsh cold of Jensburg.
Even Sonny, who missed Liberty, didnât want to stay long after the winter break. He went to FC
Manor with Serenity because Jensburgâs winter was too cold for him. A short visit to see the snow
and build a snowman was fine, but staying for an extended period wasnât ideal.
Lilian, having just finished a mint candy, said, âIâve enjoyed the scenery of your Queen family estate.
Letâs take a quick walk around and head back. Those men are probably still deep in business talk.â
The men, being leaders in their fields, had plenty to discuss and rarely saw each other. Despite
gathering to confront Clarissa, they valued this brief time together.
So, what started as a two-person walk turned into a five-person stroll with lively conversation.
Meanwhile, Clarissa was far from relaxed. After leaving her private cemetery and returning to the
city, she planned to go straight to the Farrell family mansion to confront her biological daughter and
possibly tip her off. But then she received a call from her secretary, urgently asking her to return to
the office because the police had arrived in large numbers.
Why were the police there?
Clarissa felt a wave of dread. Her people had hidden gunsâhad Libertyâs group found out and
reported her? But then she remembered that except for one pistol she had hidden, all the other
weapons were in Mr. Dunnâs possession. This thought calmed her.
The pistol she had hidden was a secret known to no one, not even her closest confidants or her
children. She had never used it, having acquired it during a more lenient time, and she kept it well-
concealed.
There was no way Libertyâs people could know about it unless they had some supernatural abilities
like x-ray vision or mind reading.
Clarissa asked the secretary in a steady voice, âDid the police say what they wanted to talk to me
about?â
The secretary replied, âMaâam, they didnât tell me anything specific. They just asked me to notify you
to come back to the company, or they would meet you wherever you are. They seemed very
serious.â
It was as if they were there to arrest someone.
The secretary suspected their boss might have been involved in something illegal, which had drawn
the policeâs attention, but she didnât dare voice this thought. Clarissa had been in a foul mood lately,
making everyone at the company nervous and on edge whenever she was around. Even her three
sons had been lying low, trying to avoid her wrath.
âI understand. Iâll head back now,â Clarissa said, confident that her hidden guns were safe from
discovery. She assumed the police visit was probably due to a report Liberty had made about some
wrongdoing at Farrell Group. But without evidence, she wasnât worried.
After all, despite accusations from Audrey and Old Mr. Jimenez that she was responsible for her
sisterâs death, they had no proof. No matter how much they accused her, she refused to admit
anything. Without an admission, what could they do to her?
Clarissa wasnât afraid of being slandered; she had endured it for the past forty or fifty years and was
still living well. Many people hadnât lived as comfortably as she had.