Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 734 - 735

"Aunt Eunice, I swear it wasn’t me. I didn’t even know who he was. How could I possibly kill him? For one, I had no grudge against him, and for another, I don’t have the guts or the courage. I had no motive and certainly no means to kill him. Why would I do such a thing?"

Serena was crying, the picture of injustice personified.

"Besides, it was the maid who summoned me. I was just about to hit the hay when she said someone wanted to see me. That’s the only reason I went down there. I had no clue about all those people locked up in the basement. I’m no psychic, how could I have predicted that the maid would call the wrong person, much less that it’d be me? And I have no reason to do such a thing."

Eunice, however, couldn’t wrap her head around the situation, but given that Serena was the last one to see him alive, suspicion naturally fell on her.

"You’re a doctor. Can’t you check for fingerprints or something? Aunt Eunice, you know some pretty influential people. If I had smothered him, I would’ve left some evidence." Serena sobbed, "It really wasn’t me, Aunt Eunice. You might not believe me in other things, but murder, that’s something I could never do."

As Serena seemed on the verge of passing out from her tears, there was a sudden, urgent knock on the study door.

Without further ado, Belinda burst in, finding Eunice and Rosemary as if interrogating Serena, who was sobbing uncontrollably, looking as pitiable as a frightened little lamb.

"What’s going on here? What happened?" Belinda rushed in, concerned.

"Grandma." Serena opened her arms, seeking comfort from her grandmother, her body trembling with fear, barely able to stand.

She desperately needed someone to hold her and offer solace.

Belinda hurriedly walked over, questioning, "What in the world happened? Eunice, it’s the dead of night. What are you doing?"

Darren, too, peered in from the door, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What’s all this?"

He and his wife were about to turn in for the night when they heard a faint weeping from the study, which grew louder and unmistakably sounded like Serena.

But they hadn’t caught the details of the matter.

Serena clung to Belinda, weeping unabated. She was just wailing helplessly without telling them the reason.

"Eunice, what in the world is going on?" Belinda turned to Eunice, her voice filled with concern. It was late, and Serena was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

"Just let her go back to bed," Eunice suggested, not wanting to alarm the elders with the night’s grim revelations — a hired hit on Rose, and the perpetrator somehow linked to Doom.

She felt frustrated that the lead had gone cold. Serena, having been the last to see him, was naturally a person of interest, but there was no evidence.

Seeing her daughter-in-law’s reluctance to divulge more, Belinda didn’t press further, instead helping Serena to her feet with a gentle voice, "Let’s get you to bed, dear. We can talk about all this tomorrow."

Serena was truly frightened, her legs weak. She nearly stumbled with her first step.

Belinda held her tight.

"What scared you so much?" Darren also stepped forward to help.

Every time Serena thought of that dark and dreadful basement, the chills were uncontrollable. The cells holding people, their mournful cries, the bloody wounds — she never knew her uncle’s house concealed such a nightmarish level. It was like a layer of hell on earth, utterly chilling to the bone.

After they supported Serena away, one on each side, Eunice turned her gaze back to Rosemary.

"She’s definitely a suspect, but there’s no proof she had a hand in this."

Rosemary preempted her aunt, knowing what she was about to ask.

"Keep digging. We’ll probably find something. There’s no need to rush this."

Eunice wanted to say more, but ultimately nodded in agreement.

"You’ve had a long day too. Go get some rest."

"Don’t worry, Aunt Eunice. The truth will come to light sooner or later."

Over the years, Rosemary had investigated many cases and had learned the value of patience; sometimes taking it slow could lead to more clues.

Nodding thoughtfully, Eunice was left alone in the study after Rosemary left.

Until Bard, fresh from his shower, came knocking.

"Why aren’t you in bed yet?"

Eunice recounted the events and shared her doubts.

"Let’s say Serena hired someone to take out Rose, but that guy was locked in the basement by me before he could do anything. Suppose Serena had no idea where he was hiding after his initial failure until she stumbled upon him by accident. Fearing he’d rat her out, she then killed him. But why wouldn’t he struggle if he wanted to live? And if he didn’t want to live, why did he ask to see Rose again? Two days ago, when Rose talked to him, I thought he wanted to live."

Too many questions swirled in Eunice’s mind, leaving her puzzled.

"Could it be that someone else killed him? Serena did say the man suddenly went silent. Maybe she thought he was dead and got scared off. After she ran, someone else could’ve sneaked in and finished the job," Bard speculated.

"If he was murdered, how could there be no struggle?"

"Didn’t he tell Serena he wanted to end it himself, saying it’s better than suffering at our hands? Maybe the killer was one of his own?"

"But Rose said there were no additional traces at the scene, no extra footprints."

"Maybe we overlooked some clue?" Bard patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Don’t overthink it. I’ll have the scene checked again. You should get some rest."

Knowing that worrying wouldn’t help, Eunice nodded.

"Wake me up as soon as there’s any news, even if I’m asleep."

"Don’t worry. I’ll tell you immediately."

Bard wrapped an arm around her shoulder to lead her back to bed, tenderly covering her with the quilt. He uttered, feeling disquieted:

"Ever since you came back to this family, you’ve barely had a moment’s peace. There’s been too much for you to worry about. Just look at the time, and you’re still not asleep."

"I just feel pity that the lead we finally had has hit a dead end. If they’re still out there trying to kill Rose, who knows how many dangers she’ll face." Eunice’s concern was genuine.

But she couldn’t share these worries with the elders at home, not wanting them to lose sleep fretting alongside her.

"Indeed, we should step it up and root out those people once and for all."

Eunice had promised Rosemary that even if it meant turning Dawnstar upside down, she would weed out the remnants of their enemies, leaving none behind.

In the last few days, she had indeed ordered her subordinates to do just that, but the job wasn’t finished when this incident occurred.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. Get some sleep," Bard cooed gently until she began to feel drowsy.

Only then did he turn off the main light, close the door, and leave.

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