Chapter 911: Chapter 911

Chapter 911

There were a lot of words, and at first Comelia just gave them a quick scan. But when she actually processed their content, she had to read them again, carefully

After reading them, she looked like she’d seen a ghost. Marcus noticed her face go pale and moved closer to her right away “Cornelia, what’s up?”

Comelia looked at him, scrutinizing his expression, then threw a curveball. “Are you really my husband Jeremy?”

Marcus was taken aback Why the sudden pop quiz?”

Comelia thought for a moment and then handed him her phone. “I got this text. I don’t know the number, but I’m betting it’s got something to do with Brennen Hartley He’s been hammering on about how Jeremy and Marcus aren’t the same guy.”

Marcus took the phone, read the text properly, then looked up at her. “You gonna trust a stranger, or are you gonna trust me?”

Comelia replied “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have shown you this. I’m just a bit freaked out, I need you to give me a straight answer”

Marcus took her hand and placed it over his heart, letting her feel his heartbeat, then said, “Comelia, Jeremy is Marcus, and Marcus is Jeremy. These two names are

both mine. So, you gotta trust me”

Of course, Comelia trusted him, but new questions were starting to pop up in her head. “If the texter really is Brennen, how would he know that it was John who offed my granny?”

Before John had claimed he was nobody’s puppet, and he seemed so worked up it didn’t feel like he was lying, so Marcus took him at his word and didn’t dig any deeper But now, things didn’t seem so cut and dried.

John may not have been instructed by Brennen, but he could have been manipulated and influenced by others, believing rumors that led to the development of extreme and dreadful ideas.

Marcus said, “Maybe John isn’t the real villain.”

Comelia realized this too. She bit her lip so hard, it looked like she was about to break the skin, but she kept biting down like she didn’t feel the pain.

Marcus didn’t want her to hurt herself, so he gently gripped her chin. “Comelia, unclench your teeth, don’t hurt yourself.”

Comelia let go of her lip, tears streaming down her face. “Could the killer be Brennen?”

Marcus nodded

Comelia asked, “Is it because I didn’t meet him the last time he wanted to see me? So he poisoned my granny?”

Marcus replied. This has nothing to do with you. It’s all on me. He’s always wanted revenge on me.”

Comelia took the phone back, wanting to text the other party to ask what they wanted, but her hands were trembling so badly she couldn’t type a word.

Just then, another message came in “Ms. Stewart, I know you’re dying to know who I am. Come alone to 1888 Freedom Avenue when you’re back in Riverton. I’ll be warting

Comelia didn’t want to keep texting and tried to call the number, but they hung up on her.

Another message came through. “Ms. Stewart, no need to rush. When you’re back in Riverton, come to the place I told you. You’ll find out who I am.”

The other party wouldn’t pick up, and kept sending provocative messages. Cornelia turned to Marcus, fuming. “I don’t get why they want to meet me alone. When I get back to Riverton, I’ll go find them and see what the hell they’re up to.”