However, Jim could not believe that the woman before his eyes was the same person as Number-9. He
could very well pretend that he had not heard the recording before, but what about this?
What about the scene before him, the image of Charlotte drugging his food?
Even though he did not know what the drug did, he knew that the girl who had protected him at the
orphanage would never have done this.
Had time brought on this change? Or perhaps… Were all his memories of her just a fragment of his own
misconception?
Jim rubbed his brows in frustration and closed his eyes.
No matter how unwilling he was to admit this, the truth was right before his eyes.
Joshua and Luna had been telling the truth.
That afternoon, just a few minutes before his life ended, Assistant Clark had managed to send a photo of
the bloodstained DNA report to Jim.
According to the report, neither of the two female samples was found to be related to Shelly. This meant
that neither Bonnie nor Charlotte was Shelly’s mother. These findings exhausted Jim greatly. He stared
at Charlotte, who was busying herself in the kitchen, and suddenly wondered if everything he had been
doing was right or wrong.
Truth be told, he had planted this hidden camera to keep an eye on Bonnie.
He could not help feeling a little uneasy after his encounter with Bonnie in the kitchen that morning, and
he was worried that during her stay, she would sneak into the kitchen and drug his food to achieve her
goal.
However, not only had he failed to capture evidence of Bonnie doing this, but he had caught Charlotte in
her act instead…
Jim closed his eyes, and a bitter smile crept across his face.
Did this mean that everything he had been doing all this while was wrong?
No, it could not be.
Charlotte was a good person and devoted to him. He should not doubt her at all.
Half an hour later, Charlotte summoned Jim downstairs for dinner.
Jim immediately caught sight of the dish she had drugged; his favorite lasagna. He glanced at her
through narrowed eyes. “Aren’t you allergic to dairy products?” Charlotte paused, then smiled at him.
“Yes, but I made it for you; I remember how much you love lasagna.”
Jim narrowed his eyes and curled his lips into a smile. “Thank you.”
He could not believe that she had deliberately chosen to spike a dish that she was allergic to.
“No need to thank me.” Charlotte thought that Jim was expressing gratitude over her decision to make a
dish that she was allergic to for him. “I don’t mind doing this, as long as you like it.”
With that, she handed Jim a set of cutlery. “Dig in.”
Jim glanced at her, sneering, but did not touch his food. Instead, he took a bite out of the food she had
prepared for herself and said, “I have a bottle of red wine in the cellar; why don’t you help me get it? It’s
been a while since I drank some wine.”
Charlotte paused for a moment and contemplated this. Maybe it would be better if they had alcohol with
them. That way, she would be able to pass this off as Jim being unable to control his urges in his
drunken state. With that, she stood up and smilingly went down into the cellar.
However, to her surprise, as soon as she stepped foot into the cellar, she heard the door close behind
her.
Alarm bells sounded in her head, and she immediately knocked on the door. “Jim? Open the
door!”
Jim’s cold voice rang out from the other side, “Charlotte, I think it’s best that you and I take some time to
calm down.
“There’s air conditioning and a nice bed down in the cellar. I think you’d better stay down there tonight so
we can cool off.
“I…I need some time to rethink our relationship.” Charlotte felt as though her heart had been submerged
in ice.
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