Chapter: 469

"It's okay now. Didn't you use each other's bags and clothes before? Maybe she left it in your bag by accident."

It fell into her bag accidentally? What were the odds of that happening?

Tara couldn't help but look at the trash can, seemingly lost in thought. She hadn't uttered a single word.

Wallace gently stroked her back and said, "I think you need to take some melatonin too. You haven't had a good rest these days. All this pressure must be getting to you.”

"Wallace, do you think that someone found out the actual cause of Shelia's death and used this bell to scare us? Do you think someone wants to avenge her?" Tara asked in a low and shaky voice. It was clear that she was distraught. Her heart thumped wildly inside her chest as beads of sweat trickled down her face.

The response she was waiting for never came. Instead, deafening silence filled the air. Wallace didn't know what to say. His eyes darkened, and his thin lips curled into a frown.

There was a chance that Tara's assumption wasn't far from the truth.

The bell here was too suspicious. Deep inside, he didn't believe his own explanation.

Tara and Shelia used to be best friends. Indeed, they would use bags and clothes occasionally, but oftentimes, Tara borrowed things from Shelia. Moreover, during Shelia's three years of imprisonment, Tara had bought many new bags. So this bag had nothing to do with Shelia.

“But not many people know about this. Who else do you think will avenge her?"

Hearing Wallace's haunting question, Tara couldn't think of an immediate answer.

When Shelia was still alive, there were only a few individuals she trusted. That short list included Tara, Wallace, and...

A familiar mame suddenly popped into Tara's mind. Her wide eyes quickly turned to Wallace.

Judging from the grim look on his face, it seemed Wallace knew exactly who Tara was thinking about. They held each other's gaze and felt that they were finally one step closer to solving this mystery.

"Quintin." The two of them spoke in unison.

The more Tara thought about it, her suspicions about Quintin grew stronger by the minute.

"That man was a close subordinate of Shelia, and she trusted him completely. If my memory serves me correctly,

Quintin appealed for her release three years ago while she was in prison, didn't he? Quintin always believed that Shelia had been framed for the crime. Even after Shelia died, he stood by his belief and defended her honor, causing a huge rift in the alliance."

"But how did he learn that we had something to do with her death?"

Wallace asked in confusion.

“Maybe he doesn't really know? It could be that he was just fishing for clues. Or maybe he was trying to provoke a reaction from us?"

Tara suggested in quick succession, curling her eyebrows in concentration.

Wallace's eyes darkened once more, and he nodded in agreement.

A few seconds of silence ticked by as the two sifted through their thoughts. Then, Tara called out, "Wallace."

"What is it?"