Chapter 17
It seemed from Dillon’s words that he intended to leave Estelle’s things where they were.
The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and quietly reminded him, “Mr. Waverly, aren’t you planning to marry Ms. Harrington? Since you and Ms. Sawford are divorced now, these things…
Dillon shot him a sharp look, immediately silencing the housekeeper, who didn’t dare even breathe loudly.
He lowered his head in fear. “I understand.”
He quickly signaled the maids to put everything back in place.
Dillon went upstairs to his study and once again took out the divorce agreement.
No wonder Estelle wanted a divorce in the end. She must have known her time was running
out.
Someone knocked on the door after some time.
Baxter cautiously opened the door and walked in. Upon meeting Dillon’s cold, terrifying gaze, he shivered and forced a smile. “Do you need something?”
Dillon’s expression grew even colder.
Baxter quickly raised both hands in surrender. “I really didn’t expect Seth to fake the medical record. Also, when you were doing the checkups, didn’t you think of having her checked out?”
Checkup?
Dillon’s gaze flickered before returning to its usual calm.
Baxter stared at him in disbelief. “No way! Did you guys really hate her that much? You didn’t even let her do a checkup?”
“I didn’t care,” Dillon coldly replied.
Wow! No wonder Estelle made that will in the end. It was clear she wasn’t going to forgive any of them.
Baxter sat down on the couch and crossed his leg. “Speaking of which, there’s something I’ve always found strange. You should be happy that she’s dead, but you don’t seem to be. Why is that?”
Dillon’s eyes showed a brief flash of confusion. Would he be happy about Estelle’s death?
Estelle had indeed pulled another trick on him, so it was understandable that he wasn’t happy.
“Still, she’s dead now, and there’s nothing in the way between you and Alison. You should be
happy about that. But is your wedding still happening?” Baxter asked again.
This time, he got a definite answer.
“Not for now.”
There were things Dillon needed to figure out.
He reached out to Baxter.
Baxter immediately handed over Estelle’s real medical records. “Better look for yourself. Estelle’s condition was probably genetic. You all snuffed out the last bit of hope she had.”
So, they were the ones who killed her?
Dillon clutched his chest. Why did it hurt so much there?
Noticing something was off, Baxter waved his hand in front of him. “Are you okay?”
Dillon quickly snapped back to reality, his expression returning to cold indifference. “She’s dead. Everything that happened before is over.”
Over?
Baxter let out a cold laugh. He took a long look at Dillon, then shook his head and sighed.
Seeing this, Dillon couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Got a problem?”
Baxter smiled. “I don’t have a problem, but there is one thing I find strange. Estelle was in the late stage of stomach cancer. Did she have the strength to push someone? And the fetus inside her died three days ago. How did no one in the villa notice?”
“What?” Instantly, a layer of frost appeared on Dillon’s face, his dark eyes growing ominously
cold.
Timothy had been hiding things from him.
“And Alison…”
“Shut up! This has nothing to do with Alison!” Dillon interrupted sharply, his voice turning into an angry growl.
