Marriage With A Evil Heart

She wouldn’t carry this thing with her at all! The most suitable place should be the kitchen, convenient for her operations.

I even unpacked each of the medicine packets that had not been brewed yet, also comparing the ingredients.

No results. So I went to Sherry’s room. In fact, I rarely entered her room. There were quite a few things, with a closet full of clothes. I checked it and found nothing belonging to Robert.

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On the dressing table, I saw a pile of high-end cosmetics, including the same perfume bottle as mine. I was sure Robert gave her these.

I didn’t have time to check these things thoroughly. Instead, I meticulously searched every corner of her room, but still found nothing suspicious. I was exhausted, seeing stars in my tired eyes. I didn’t even have the strength to stand, and my heart was pounding as if it was about to explode.

I sat on the floor, calculating in my mind. Could it be used up?

Considering the situation in the last two days, they didn’t seem to have discovered my condition. I was very careful, without any mistakes!

For safety, I shivered as I picked up the phone to call Robert. After a long time, he finally answered. I asked about Charles’s condition, and he said it was acute pneumonia, currently receiving intravenous fluids.

I asked when the treatment would be finished and whether hospitalization was needed.

Robert said the doctor advised observing for a while, asking me not to worry.

After hanging up, I was aware they wouldn’t return for a while. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or sad.

I sat for a while longer before gritting my teeth and standing up. I couldn’t let my son’s illness go in vain. I had to seize the time and try to find more clues.

My gaze once again swept over every part of the room. I had checked every place that could hold a liquid, but there was nothing to be found. Breathing heavily, I leaned against one side of the wardrobe in frustration. Unexpectedly, the wardrobe shifted slightly, startling me.

The movement piqued my curiosity. How could such a heavy wardrobe move so easily with a gentle touch? I reached out to test and was shocked to see the wardrobe effortlessly slide, revealing a secret door.

I was left dumbfounded. How did I not know about this hidden door? What had happened in this house?

This door…

My mind raced. Next to the nanny’s room should be… the study. This secret door was a sliding door that could accommodate one person. I opened the hidden door and found another wall inside. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a bookshelf.

Summoning my courage, I pushed the bookshelf, and it rotated like a revolving door, exposing another space. I walked in…

It was indeed the study, and the door was the bookshelf behind Robert’s chair. When closed, it looked completely inconspicuous.

I stood in front of the bookshelf in a daze, surveying the study, and suddenly, the lingering doubts in my mind were unraveled.

No wonder that night, I clearly saw Robert going to Sherry’s room, but he suddenly appeared in the study. And why was the study locked? Everything suddenly made sense.

It seemed that Robert had locked all the drawers, presumably to guard against Sherry. But why would he create such a door?

Moreover, how did he know that I would go to the study room?