NovelEnglishChapter 477 Chapter 477: Harlee gave a slight nod, affirming his words.
Belen felt a wave of relief wash over her, though she couldnt ignore the quiet exchange of glances between Rhys and Harlee.
A flicker of doubt crept into her mind, and she couldnt help but wonder if what Lillie had said was true.
She forced a smile, but her thoughts were already whirring, calculating her next move to uncover the truth. Wilton, too, felt a ripple of doubt stir inside him.
He doubted Lindsay was capable of such cruelty, but his instincts, sharpened through years of experience, told him to trust what his eyes were seeing.
The change in Harlees expression had not escaped him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis throat tightened, his thoughts in a whirl, and for a moment, his mouth opened, though no words came. Finally, Harlee broke the silence, her voice cutting through the tension.
Do you happen to have a large collection of ancient historical texts? Wiltons eyebrows quivered, betraying his sudden surge of anxiety.
He knew Harlee was trying to redirect their attention.
Though deeply embedded in the world of archaeology, Wilton had his own reliable sources of information that he had never employed on Lindsay.
He had always seen Lindsay as well-mannered and virtuous, attributes nurtured by her grandparents, which had earned her considerable leeway.
ŁAT¤şt ¢ hαþεεяs in galnøvelsHowever, Harlees and Rhys reactions now painted a different picture, suggesting that Lindsay wasnt as innocent as she had presented herself.
Determined to uncover the truth, Wilton asserted, We need to hear the truth.
Were prepared for it.
Just as he finished, Belen chimed in, her voice filled with urgency.
I felt a bit overwhelmed earlier.
Please, just be straight with us.
What is Lindsay really like? Harlees expression stiffened momentarily at the question, but she quickly masked her surprise.
Maybe it would be best if you found out for yourselves.
That way, youll truly understand who Lindsay is, she suggested smoothly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWiltons gaze dropped to his phone, displaying a recent message from Lindsay that still showed her as the obedient and sensible girl he knew.
He sighed, the corners of his mouth lifting into a rueful smile.
Youre probably right.
Its twe looked into it ourselves.
Belen and Wilton exchanged a look, the unspoken agreement hanging heavily in the air.
Rising from his seat, Wilton announced, The archaeological texts are stored in the basement. Ill show you.
Alright, Harlee nodded.
Wilton and Belen had built an impressive library of archaeological texts in their home, boasting svolumes so rare that Harlee had never seen their likes before.
Harlee immersed herself for the entire afternoon in the basement poring over each volwith voracious curiosity.
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