Chapter 1065

Cecelia took a deep breath, her face remained unruffled, and she

gently patted the back of Charlotte's hand.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Charlotte nodded her head repeatedly, full of

smiles.

Today she was so happy that Cecelia went to the Cole residence

without any problems and agreed to meet with Luther.

It made her feel that the good was all there and that hope was just

around the corner.

“I'm going upstairs to get changed.” Cecelia stood up and took the thin

blanket and covered Charlotte with it, "You can watch TV downstairs for

a while."

"Hmm." Charlotte reclined and found a comfortable position.

Cecelia did not show the shock on her face and gently went upstairs.

When she entered her room, she hurriedly rummaged around her

cabinet.

Finally, she found a very old address book, and because it had been

kept there for a rather long time, the paper was somewhat brittle, giving

off a smell of age.

She rummaged around quickly and found the phone number for the

Khebury Orphanage.

After they found the child, she rarely contacted the orphanage, and

although she made donations from time to time, she contacted the

charity commission, and she did not have the phone number of Ms.

Armstrong at the orphanage.

She walked into the bathroom, which was better soundproofed.

She called the orphanage.

Although it was night, after a few rings, the call was answered.

"Hello, this is Khebury Orphanage, what can I do for you at this late

hour?"

"Hello, I'd like to speak to Ms. Armstrong, or you can give me her

number. I have something urgent to ask her." Cecelia said.

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

Then, the voice became bitter on the other side, "You don't know that

something so big has happened?"

"What should I know?" Cecelia's heart thudded, and she had a bad

feeling.

"Ms. Armstrong is dead. We were notified by the police department. Ms.

Armstrong went to the Capital for a charity party, lost her footing and

fell into the reservoir, and has passed away."

"What?! Ms. Armstrong, died in the Capital Reservoir?" Cecelia almost

thought she had heard it wrong and confirmed again.

"Yes. The orphanage has sent our representatives to the Capital to

bring her body back to Khebury for burial when the forensic evaluation

is complete. I thought the outside world knew about something so big.

I'm sorry, but Ms. Armstrong will never return.”

The other party had choked up by the end of the sentence.

“I'm afraid you can not ask her. Yesterday someone also came to

inquire about things, but huh, I do not know if he finally found someone

for his question. Sorry but perhaps I won't be able to help you."

"Wait a minute." Cecelia knew that the other party was about to hang

up the phone and asked in a hurry, "Someone also went to the

orphanage yesterday to inquire about things. Was his name Luther?"

"Yes." The other side sounded slightly surprised, "It's Mr. Warner. If you

want to ask the same thing, you can ask him. Maybe he'll find

something.”

"Do you know what he asked about?"

“It seems to be something about a lost child a few years ago. I'm not

really sure exactly. I'm new here, and I don't know about anything

earlier.”

"Okay, thanks."

Cecelia hung up the phone.

She lowered her head and looked at her trembling fingers holding the

phone.

The lost child a few years ago must have referred to the Heath family's

visit to an orphanage in search of their lost child.

It simply could not be anything else.

Luther must have known something.

At this moment, she was almost certain.

Just how did Ms. Armstrong die at such a critical moment?

Losing her footing and falling into the water? She found it hard to

believe such a result.

She must have been killed.