CHAPTER 541: CHAPTER 541: HOW DO YOU SAY IT

It was as if they couldn’t help it, or perhaps something unexpected struck their funny bone. James Grant and Evelyn Clayton laughed for quite a while before finally composing themselves.

"Alright." Evelyn Clayton shook her head helplessly, "Stop laughing, let’s talk business."

James Grant’s dark eyes were sparkling, "What did you just say to that little girl?"

Evelyn Clayton’s expression turned serious, "I found out that Julia Lawrence did indeed come to their welfare home a while ago, and it was Isabella Garrison who personally received her."

"Looks like there’s something fishy with Isabella Garrison." James Grant’s eyes deepened, "When I brought up Julia Lawrence, Isabella Garrison said she didn’t remember such a person. No matter how I asked afterward, she always had an excuse to dodge."

He paused, "But speaking of which, that little girl didn’t know her, so how did she know the visitor was Julia Lawrence?"

"By deducing the time the little girl saw the person and their attire, I guess that person was most likely Julia Lawrence. Because she said it had been a long time since anyone from outside had come to the welfare home, and recently, there was only that one visit."

After Evelyn Clayton finished speaking, she fell into deep thought, "Do you think Julia Lawrence came here for something?"

James Grant’s tone was somewhat grave, "Judging by the tea Isabella Garrison drinks and the strange happenings at Ardendale Welfare Home, it’s highly likely that Julia Lawrence came to give money to the welfare home."

Evelyn Clayton looked at him and asked, "How so?"

"If we could check Julia Lawrence’s personal accounts, this could be confirmed. See if she’s had any regular expenditures over the past two years. If there are, they’re most likely donations to the welfare home that raised her."

James Grant’s words became increasingly somber.

And Evelyn Clayton gradually understood.

If that’s really the case, then it’s almost certain that Julia Lawrence committed suicide.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Noticing Evelyn Clayton’s low spirits, James Grant instructed the driver to raise the partition in the backseat, leaving the place.

After the car drove on the highway, Evelyn Clayton slowly exhaled a breath.

James Grant silently held Evelyn Clayton’s hand, "Don’t worry, I will have someone check Julia Lawrence’s account and notify you as soon as we have results."

Evelyn Clayton felt the warm temperature in James Grant’s palm, and a faint obscure emotion flashed across her eyes.

Then, Evelyn Clayton looked at James Grant and smiled, "Thank you."

"You and I, there’s no need for such words," James Grant’s smile was slight, "Anything I do for you is entirely willing."

On returning to Evelyn Clayton’s place, it was only natural for James Grant to stay.

As evening approached, Evelyn Clayton got up from bed, dragging her somewhat sore and tired body, and stood dazed in the dark for a while.

The room still carried a lingering scent from their passion. Evelyn Clayton put on a shirt, turned to look at James Grant, who was still asleep, with an inscrutable expression.

She moved to the small balcony of the bedroom, lit a cigarette in the moonlit night just beginning to rise.

Amidst the swirling smoke, she heard movement on the bed inside the bedroom, James Grant seemed to have awakened.

A moment later, Evelyn Clayton was embraced from behind, her cigarette gently taken from her hand, and extinguished in the nearby ashtray by the man.

Warm kisses landed on her shoulder, feeling so tender in the night filled with tangled emotions.

Yet, Evelyn Clayton’s mind was exceptionally clear.

As James Grant kissed more passionately from behind, they became entwined once more.

Pushed back onto the bed, Evelyn Clayton closed her eyes, shading the darkness in her gaze.