Chapter 327: Chapter 327



“How, how can you know?” Dolores was taken aback.

She narrowed her eyes as she realized what was happening the next second.

“You’ve known all along, but you didn’t tell me?”

“Don’t think too much…” Matthew said, tightening his grip on her.

“I wasn’t overthinking it, if you didn’t know, how could you tell me just now?”

Her thinking was becoming clearer now that she was past the initial stage of terror.

Such an idea flashed through her mind…. Matthew had a reason to hide it from her.

Was it Randolph, not Jessica, who got into trouble? And Matthew was hiding it from her because it had something to do with Jessica?

Jessica’s plan to remarry Randolph was clear to her, and she had a purpose for it.

She regretted not stopping Jessica when she thought about this.

Discover your escape on g aln ov el s .com “How long has it been since it happened?” With lowered eyes, she asked.

“Before the new year,” Matthew said after a short pause.

That was a few days ago.

“Is there evidence?” continued Dolores.

“Randolph ingested too much nitrate, and your mother has been cooking his meals by herself, according to the maid.”

She opened her mouth, but could say nothing.

Why hadn’t she seen Jessica’s motive before? He was all remorse and guilt.

In the middle of the evening breeze, Matthew stopped the car in front of the B-town police station.

Boyce was standing at the gate, and when he saw his car approaching the gate, he stepped forward.

Dolores got out of the car and stopped at the gate.

Matthew walked over to her, hugged her and comforted her. “Boyce is here to take care of her, she’ll be fine.”

Dolores nodded.

Boyce said, “Come on.”

Boyce led them to his office at the police station, where he had made plans to bring Jessica tonight.

“I’d like to have a private conversation with her.” expressed Dolores.

Boyce looked at Matthew and said after allowing it. “Come in, I’ll bring her in later, no one will be there today.”

Which meant she could talk to Jessica without fear of being watched or overheard.

Dolores entered the office nodding her head.

Boyce cleaned the place and gave it a neat and tidy appearance.

Dolores sat on the couch, her mind blank, she was anxious to meet Jessica and inquire if what she had imagined was true.

Her body froze with her back erect as the door pushed open, but she was afraid to turn her head.

As Jessica’s footsteps sounded cautious, Boyce poured two glasses of water and placed them on the table.

“Take your time,” he said.

They were free to stay as long as they wanted.

Dolores responded with a yes and Boyce left, closing the door behind him.

Jessica stepped behind her and called, “Lola.” Dolores clenched her fists, but remained silent.

Jessica sighed and walked over.

Dolores looked up and saw Jessica, who had lost weight. She wasn’t handcuffed because of Boyce, she looked like her old self.

She stared at Jessica for quite a while.

He had a lot to say, ask and blame before she arrived, but he couldn’t say anything once he saw her.

Maybe she didn’t know where to start.

Jessica took the seat across from her and said, “I’m sorry.”

Because it was her fault, she only cared about herself and ignored others.

Dolores, who had been putting up with it, exploded and scoffed, “What exactly is the purpose of your apology? Is it worth giving up your freedom for a decision you made…?”

“Of course it is.” interrupted Jessica. “Have I done something wrong by sending with my son to the man who murdered him?”.

Dolores was taken aback and looked at her puzzled.

“We started communicating after we met when we got back. I’m sure he was taking advantage of your relationship with Matthew and was hoping to profit from it. So I took the opportunity to approach him, AND he mistook me for the naive girl he knew!” Jessica was overcome with emotion as she talked about it.

Randolph’s expression of resistance before he died as the poison took effect was still clear in her thoughts. She stood by his bedside, watching him struggle to his death with no one around to save him.

“You?” cried Randolph angrily.

“Yes.” It was colder than the pile of snow outside when she looked at him. “After all you’ve done to me, what makes you think I’ll forgive you?”

“You’ve always sought revenge.” Randolph gulped for air as if he were about to choke to death.

Jessica burst out laughing. “A person like you has no right to live. If it weren’t for you, Lola wouldn’t have to put up with me. I hurt my brother by not taking care of him, I’m also responsible for my son, whom I gave birth to, but I let him suffer a difficult existence before he was killed. it was you! Randolph Flores, it was all your fault!”

“If you hadn’t thrown me out, Lola wouldn’t have suffered, and my son would still be alive today, Randolph Flores!”

Randolph’s face reddened, son, what son?

“Son?” he said as he climbed over the edge of the bed and grabbed Jessica’s shirt.

“You sent me away while I was pregnant.” Jessica paused and looked at Randolph.

“However, due to my emotional instability during the pregnancy, the baby was born with autism…”

Jessica’s heart still aches when she thinks of her dead son.

She could never get over the loss of her son.

If it hadn’t been for Dolores, she might not have lived to see today.

Despite having his lips open, Randolph couldn’t speak. He had a son, but he had passed away?

Since Beulah told him she was expecting a son, he decided to send Jessica away.

He had no idea Jessica was expecting a child, and it was a boy.

Randolph felt bad about what he had done now.

He was a man who had always wanted a child.

Now Jessica was informing him that she had a son, not through Beulah, where the baby had miscarried, but a son he did not know, who had been born and had seen the world.

Even wild beasts watched over their young, and his heart filled with remorse at that moment, cruel as it was.

Jessica smiled as she looked at Randolph’s struggling expression. “Since you’re dying, let me let you in on another secret: Lola is not your daughter.”

Randolph looked at her, puzzled. What exactly had she said, that Dolores was not his daughter?

“You… you tricked me…” had he been tricked from the beginning?

Jessica kept her mouth shut because she wanted to watch him agonize.

“Bitch…bitch.” Randolph’s hand fell to the floor, he took his last breath and died wide-eyed, grieving.

Jessica was completely unconcerned about what was happening. If her brother hadn’t died of cancer at such a young age, she wouldn’t have married Randolph along with his family fortune.

Randolph seemed like a nice guy, but it turned out he wasn’t even human.

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