Calm washed over Eleanor as she regained her poise, her fingers instinctively reaching up to smoothen out her disheveled hair.
She replied with an air of certainty, âIndeed.
â
Rosalynn, as an orphan, would leap at the chance to unravel her lineage.
She had to agree to her proposition
But Rosalynn shattered her certainty with a smile and a firm shake of her head.
âEleanor, if I ever feel the need to know who my parents are, Iâll discover it on my own.
If youâre banking on this secret to have my husband save you, Iâm afraid youâre in for a disappointment.
â
Rosalynn couldnât deny that Eleanorâs proposition held a certain allure.
The longing to know her parents, to understand why they had cast her aside, was a constant whisper in her heart.
Yet, she knew she led a fulfilling Life now.
The presence or absence of parents didnât change that.
If the itch to delve into her past ever became unbearable, she would take it upon herself to investigate.
Eleanorâs help was unnecessary.
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âEleanor, please, donât go! Have you no compassion? Donât you want to know your parents? Stop!â
Desperate pleas echoed behind Rosalynn, but she tuned them out, leaving the confinement of the holding cell behind.
On the police stationâs doorstep, she found Brian engrossed in a conversation with Valeria and Hutton.
They were discussing the nightâs incidents.
Eleanor and Moira had met the waiter at the Lake.
The waiter held evidence that Eleanor had hired him to get John killed.
With such leverage, he blackmailed her.
Eleanor demanded the evidence in return, but he stood his ground, asking for two million dollars.
Moira had played the mediator, offering the waiter a bottle of water.
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Laced with a high dose of sleeping pills, the drink had quickly put him to sleep.
Eleanor then had Moira dump him into the lake, making it seem like an unfortunate accident.
However, they were unaware that Hutton had recorded the entire incident.
The waiter was found in time, rushed to the hospital, and was currently undergoing treatment.
Brianâs forehead creased as he absorbed Huttonâs narrative.
âWhy would Eleanor want to kill John?â
Just as Hutton was about to answer, Rosalynnâs voice filled the air, punctuating their conversation with her entrance.