Gianna left the security room and went straight back to the Walker family’s hall.
The maids did not dare to gather now. All of them were doing their own chores seriously. They did not
even dare to breathe loudly as Gianna was there.
“Which room is Harriet in?” Gianna asked one of the maids.
“Over there, in that direction, go out the door and there is a row of houses, all the maids live there.
Harriet is in the third room.” The servant said hurriedly, her tone was clearly trying to please Gianna.
Gianna nodded her head slightly.
She walked towards the door of Harriet’s room and knocked on the door.
A frightened voice came from inside, “Who is it?”
“I want to talk to you, open the door,” Gianna said, “I’m Gianna.”
There seemed to be a few seconds of silence before she spoke, “Okay, right away.”
Then, the door to the room was opened.
Harriet looked emotionally stable, except for her scarlet eyes and nose, which showed that she had just
cried.
“Can I come in?” Gianna asked.
“Er ... can, can.” Harriet was a little flustered.
Gianna walked in.
When she walked in, she saw that there was a lot of cat fur in the room.
Harriet also seemed to have noticed Gianna’s gaze and said in a hurry, “Pamilla would often come to
my room to play, I just don’t expect...”
“You should be very close to Pamela, right?” Gianna asked.
“Apart from Miss Florence, it was me who spent the most time with Pamilla.”
“You should be very sad when it died.”
Harriet nodded, “Yes.”
“By the way, how long have you been accompanying Miss Florence?”
“I’ve been looking after Miss Florence for 8 years.”
“So, you shall know what Miss Florence cares about the most, right?”
“Of course, I know all about Miss Florence.”
“Then you shall know that Pamilla is very important to Miss Florence. Why don’t you look after it
carefully?” Gianna questioned.
Harriet was stunned.
She was stunned by the sudden aura Gianna exuded at the moment.
“Or maybe you didn’t take care of Pamilla on purpose?”
“No, how could I have done it on purpose! I know that Miss Florence likes Pamilla. I’ve been taking
care of it with all my heart. I gave it more care than my younger siblings.” Harriet hastened to retort.
“You have younger siblings?” Gianna asked.
“Yes, my family is poor, I came out to work when I was very young. It was hard for me to come to the
Walker family to work as a maid. Master Cameron, Madame Walker, the young masters and Miss
Florence are all very nice and generous to the maids. I’m really glad to be able to work here.”
“Can the work here help you feed your family?”
“My home is at a poor place, there are not many expenses, I can support my family with my monthly
salary and still pay for my siblings’ school fees and living expenses.”
“It means that you are afraid of losing this job.”
“I will do my job to the best of my ability.” Harriet hastily assured.
“Okay, I know, I’m just asking casually.” Gianna looked at Harriet and suddenly changed the subject,
“So, who do you think had something to do with Pamilla’s death?”
The tone was actually very light.
It was as if they were having a normal conversation.
“I ... I really don’t know.” Harriet was clearly panicked.
“I’m curious. I thought all cats have nine lives? How could it drown?” Gianna spoke slyly.
Harriet’s gaze was flickered. She did not even dare to talk anymore.
“By the way, I have heard that a cat is a very spiritual animal, even if it dies, its soul will return to its
original owner who raised it, I wonder if that’s true. If it does come back, you remember to ask Pamilla
how exactly it died. If it accidentally drowned itself, then it was just bad luck. If not, you and Florence,
as Pamilla’s closest persons, shall find out the truth for it, so that it can rest in peace.”
Gianna’s seemingly careless words caused Harriet to feel nervous.
She said in a panic, “How can there be a soul, it is all a lie ...”
“I’m just saying it casually.” Gianna was indifferent, “I am just here to ask about the relationship
between Pamilla and Miss Florence, nothing else.”
“I’ll send Missus.”
“No need.”
Gianna waved her hand and walked out.
At the moment she walked out, she smiled coldly.
She returned to the hall and called Doreen again.
Doreen was still trembling, “Missus.”
“Is your phone here?” Gianna asked.
Doreen hurriedly took out her phone.
“Turn it on for me for a moment.”
“Yes.” Doreen did as she was told. She was actually quite baffled.
Gianna operated Doreen’s phone, asking as she did so, “Does this scream sound like Pamilla’s?”
“Not like that. Pamilla’s purr would be a bit gentler.”
“What about this one?”
“Still not quite like that.”
“What about this one?”
“A bit like that, it can be a little softer.”
“This one?”
“Yes, this one is very similar.” Doreen was agitated.
“Good.” Gianna downloaded the audio.
She handed the phone to Doreen, “I’ll give you a task, you can’t tell anyone.”
“Yes.” Doreen nodded hurriedly.
Gianna explained the task to Doreen.
Doreen seemed a little embarrassed.
“Just do what I say,” Gianna said straightforwardly.
“But is it good for Harriet...”
“Soon you’ll know if this is good for her or not.”
Doreen could not disobey the order. She could only agree.
It was mid-afternoon.
Gianna had not left yet.
Luckily.
None of the Walker family members had returned yet.
Even Kingsley had not come back.
Everyone seemed to gather around Florence.
Florence was really the treasure of the family.
It was not known that ... what kind of tragedy would happen to the treasure if her true color was being
exposed.
She would not be that merciful anymore.
Having lived an extra life, she knew very well that being merciful to others was being cruel to herself.
She watched the time.
Once again, she walked towards Harriet’s room.
She waited at the door of the room for a while.
A moment later…
Doreen came out of the room.
She turned her head to look at Gianna.
Gianna reached out her hand.
Doreen hurriedly handed her mobile phone to Gianna. The phone was playing the audio that had just
been turned off, the audio of the cat purring.
She took the phone, put it in the pocket of her clothes and walked in.
She walked in and looked at Harriet. Her face was as pale as a sheet.
As soon as Harriet saw Gianna, she instantly changed her appearance, she even pulled out a smile
and called out to her respectfully, “Is Missus looking for me?”
“I’ll leave soon. However, I have some words for Florence. Since Florence is emotionally unstable right
now, I can only bother you to pass them on for me.”
“Okay.” Harriet nodded hurriedly.
Gianna said, “Tell Miss Florence that Pamilla’s death really has nothing to do with me, while I am also
worried about her health and hope that she can get well soon.”
Gianna spoke while using her other hand inside her clothes to turn on the audio of a cat purring on the
phone.
Harriet’s face obviously changed.
Gianna, however, continued with a calm face, “When she gets better, I will accompany her to pick
another cat that is as cute as Pamilla to accompany her ... Harriet?”
Harriet snapped back to attention.
“Are you listening?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Harriet replied hurriedly, her face was full of panic at that moment, “Do you hear any
sound?”
“What sound?” Gianna was surprised.
“No, no, no, nothing.” Harriet shook her head hurriedly.
She shook her head frantically.
Gianna kept Harriet’s appearance in her mind.
Therefore, a person who had done something wrong would always have a guilty conscience.
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