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The door to Elder Mr. Bailey’s room was closed. Isabelle turned the handle a few times and found that it was
unlocked. She pushed the door open and entered the room with the door wide open behind her.
Firstly, she went over to search the storage under the headboard, but her efforts yielded nothing. His room was
slightly larger than others, so she quickly scanned around and went through the items in his wardrobe.
His wardrobe was huge but did not hold a lot of clothes. There was a safe attached within the wardrobe on the left.
She stared at it intensely, but without the password, she dared not attempt to break into the safe recklessly. After
staring at it for some time, she had no choice but to close the wardrobe doors and leave the room.
At the same time, Elder Mr. Bailey took a seat at a bench in the backyard. At his old age, he could not withstand
such a huge blow. However, he was much more rational than his son. He understood that even if he gave up his
life, he would not change the reality of Dexter’s death. The only thing he could do was to adapt to it. Nonetheless,
the process was a difficult one.
He ordered the servant to leave him alone for him to enjoy some solitude. The servant did not stay too far away
from him and chose a spot under a tree to wait.
Soon, he took out his phone and made a call, which was picked up in no time. In a lowered voice, he questioned,
“Have you found the person?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe other party sounded apologetic. “Not yet. But our men are still out there searching. Once we find our target,
we’ll inform you right away.”
He grunted as the sadness disappeared from his eyes in a flicker. “Those men might not be successful in their
search. You’d better make some early arrangements to move the inventory. I have a feeling that something bad is
going to happen.”
There was a pause from the other side. “Is that so? We’ve been doing this for a long time, but nothing has ever
happened.”
Elder Mr. Bailey let out a sigh. “Move the inventory. Better to be safe than sorry.”
The other party agreed and promised that the process would be error-free. The promise was unnecessary because
they gained Elder Mr. Bailey’s trust for not exposing anything over these years.
The call was very brief, and only important points were brought up. Finally, the other party expressed their concern
for Elder Mr. Bailey. He sighed and told them that he could survive this ordeal and that they shouldn’t be worried. At
last, he promised to bring Old Mr. Bailey over to familiarize with the operations when both of them were free.
After the call, he stared at the sky and felt frustrated. Aside from Bailey Corporation, he was running other
businesses concurrently.
In his original plan, those businesses were to be handed to Dexter after he turned eighteen. That plan was down the
drain now, for he could only wait until Dexter’s funeral was done before he could bring this up with Old Mr. Bailey.
Sitting there, he felt a mix of upset and resentment.
After a while, Isabelle came out to the backyard, her eyes red from crying. She sat beside him to offer words of
comfort, telling him not to be sad. “There’s no point crying over spilled milk. What we need to do now is to take
care of our health.”
He turned to look at her with a bit of helplessness. If only Isabelle had successfully won over John, everything would
have been different.
As if she didn’t understand the look in Elder Mr. Bailey’s eyes, she sighed as tears welled up in her eyes once more.
She told him, “The hospital’s report will be out tomorrow. I’ll head over to collect it, but I’m so scared to know the
actual cause of death. I think Dad and Mom can’t handle it; they’re already at their limits now.”
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