Chapter 9

Shirley came forward to treat the wound. I don't know if it was because of this wound, but today they didn't force me to take the medicine.

I was able to catch my breath for two days.

I don't know what kind of medicine Brandon and the others gave me, but it seemed to make me feel weak all over, dizzy, and drowsy.

If this goes on for a long time, I'm afraid I might die without anyone knowing the cause, and they would just think I had a prolonged illness.

Thinking of this, my heart was filled with resentment.

Brandon and Shirley are really too vicious, but why are they doing this? Do they simply want Shirley to become the mistress of this house and thus want to kill me?

I thought of his study again. The keys in Brandon's briefcase could only open two of the drawers, while the other drawers remained locked.

But what exactly is inside that is so important that he hides the keys?

I am certain that there must be a secret about Brandon poisoning me in there.

But recently, I haven't had the same opportunity as last time, and I can't go to his study to investigate.

It wasn't until the wound on my forehead scabbed over that Shirley brought the medicine bowl to me again.

I was thinking about how to get rid of her when the children suddenly started crying at the same time.

I breathed a sigh of relief: Children, thank you.

I poured all the medicine onto a towel I had prepared in advance, then smeared some around my mouth to make it look like I had just finished drinking it.

When Shirley came back to collect the bowl, I said impatiently, "Don't bother me next, I'm dizzy and need to rest."

She didn't say anything, turned around, and left with the bowl.

I quickly jumped out of bed, put the towel in a plastic bag to prevent the medicine from evaporating.

As usual, I hid it in the toilet tank.

Now I just have to wait for Kathy's person to come.

According to her, Kathy would send someone in yellow clothes to meet me.

But I never saw anyone until suddenly a construction worker stood in the yard checking the pipes, and he was wearing a fluorescent yellow safety vest.

I realized this was the person Kathy mentioned, but now I had to find a way to meet him.

These days, to avoid arousing Shirley's suspicion, I drank the medicine every time, although I would induce vomiting after she left, I could only vomit about half of it, so I still felt extremely weak.

I leaned on the bed and asked Shirley to open the curtains.

I pretended to look at the weather outside: "The weather is really nice today, why don't you push me out to get some sun?"

Shirley hesitated a bit, and I glared at her: "What? I can't even go out to get some sun now? Are you planning to keep me locked in this room all day?"

I don't know if my words made Shirley feel guilty, but she nodded in agreement, then went out and brought in a wheelchair for me to sit in.

I was pushed to the garden, pretending to bask in the sun, but my eyes were always on the man in the safety vest.

The man obviously noticed me too and approached me inconspicuously.

Shirley was also watching the other construction workers, afraid they would damage the flowers in the garden.

At this moment, the man accidentally bumped into me and quickly turned around to apologize.

"Sorry, Mrs. Jordan, I didn't mean to."

Shirley frowned at him: "Can you be more careful? Mrs. Jordan is still sick!"

I waved my hand to indicate it was okay.

I asked, "What are you fixing?"

The man looked at me and replied, "Pipe maintenance, there's a leak in the neighborhood."

I nodded and suddenly said, "By the way, the pipe in my bathroom isn't working well either, the screws seem a bit loose, can you help tighten them?"

Shirley had been listening to our conversation and asked, "Loose screws? Why didn't Mrs. Jordan tell me?"

I shook my head: "It's not a big deal, but since there's a worker here, let's fix this small problem too."

So, Shirley couldn't say anything more and had to agree.

Before going upstairs, I specifically told the man to pay attention to the area around the toilet. If he was sent by Kathy, he should understand.

Sure enough, his eyes flashed, and he nodded.

Shirley followed us upstairs, but with her there, the worker couldn't do anything, so I kept an eye on the second-floor window and then deliberately fell out of the wheelchair.

"Ouch, Shirley, Shirley, come quickly!"

I cried out in pain and called her, and she quickly ran down: "Mrs. Jordan, what happened?"

I pointed to my foot: "I twisted my ankle, take me back to my room."

Shirley nodded and pushed me back.

On the way back, I met the worker, and I asked, "Did you tighten the screws?"

The worker nodded: "Don't worry, there was some dirt in the toilet tank, I've cleaned it up."

Our question and answer didn't make Shirley suspicious, but it reassured me.

I knew he had taken the item.

Back in the room, I couldn't wait to go to the bathroom and open the toilet tank. Sure enough, the towel with the medicine I had put in a plastic bag was gone, but the phone was still there.

I breathed a sigh of relief and returned to bed.

In the coming days, I just had to wait for the drug test results.

During this time, I also prepared to find another opportunity to go to Brandon's study to see what other secrets he was hiding.

But recently, his work schedule was regular, and Shirley was following her routine, leaving me no chance.

I could only lie in bed every day, praying for an opportunity to come soon.

But soon, I got my chance. The property management notified us that there would be a power outage for maintenance tonight, but unfortunately, Brandon and Shirley had already finished dinner and wouldn't be going out.

I had to wait until they were asleep to go to the study.

Soon it was midnight, and I quietly opened the door.

The house was silent, but I knew this time was different from last time.

This time, both Brandon and Shirley were home, and I couldn't make any noise, or I would definitely be discovered.

I first went downstairs, opened Brandon's briefcase, and took out the keys.

Then I quietly moved upstairs, not daring to make a sound.

Suddenly, I felt something rush towards me, and I was startled, almost making a noise.

After calming down, I found it was just the cat, Nala. It looked at me and then sat beside me licking its paws.

I breathed a sigh of relief and continued towards Brandon's study.

Upstairs, I didn't dare to turn on the light, so I groped around by the moonlight.

After confirming the position of the desk, I opened the drawers I had opened before. The phone inside had been moved, indicating that Brandon had checked it later.