The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

The housekeeper's wife pulled over a chair for Kitty, signaling her to sit, while she glanced at her husband with a hint of joy on her face. "He's much better today, and his voice has improved. This morning, he even managed to say a few words, though it was a bit of a struggle."

"Really?" Kitty's face lit up with surprise. "It sounds like Aaron is on the mend."noveldrama

The housekeeper's wife nodded, sighing softly. "I hope so."

"Don't worry too much." Kitty patted her arm reassuringly.

"Thank you, miss, for coming all this way to visit us at the hospital. We're really grateful," the housekeeper's wife said, her face full of gratitude.

Kitty shook her head and turned to the housekeeper. "Emmitt was also attacked last night."

The housekeeper, sitting by the bed, suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak, but in his haste, he couldn't get any words out.

The housekeeper's wife, equally shocked, exclaimed, "The young master was attacked too? How could this happen?"

"He has moderate fractures in his arms and legs, not much different from Aaron's condition," Kitty sighed.

"Did they catch who did it?" the housekeeper's wife quickly asked.

Kitty shook her head. "No, Emmitt said the attacker wore a mask, so he couldn't see their face. The police came this morning but found no leads. And judging by the method, the person who did this to Aaron must be the same one who attacked Emmitt last night."

As Kitty finished speaking, the housekeeper seemed to recall some terrifying memory. His eyes filled with fear, and his face turned pale.

Kitty and his wife continued talking, not noticing his change in expression. After a while, Kitty turned to the housekeeper and asked, "Aaron, can you speak now?"

The housekeeper looked at Kitty, his lips trembling slightly.

He still remembered the day when that girl effortlessly disarmed him and Dr. Hulls, and with just a needle, rendered them speechless.

He had thought, once his hands were healed, he would settle the score with her. But now, she hadn't even spared the young master, who was also his uncle.

Her brazen actions only proved one thing: she wasn't afraid. And intentionally wearing a mask to beat up the young master was clearly a bold warning.

Not a warning to the young master, but to him and Dr. Hulls, to keep them from speaking out, or else, next time, they might indeed be rendered permanently silent.

The housekeeper realized this in an instant, so facing Kitty's question, he could only feign calm and shake his head.

Then he lowered his eyes, hiding all his emotions.

The agony of being unable to speak was something he never wanted to experience again.

So, he thought, let's wait and see how things unfold.

Seeing this, Kitty didn't suspect anything else, only expressing regret. "Alright then, Aaron, you rest well. I'll be going now."

"Let me walk you out, miss."

The housekeeper watched his wife and Kitty leave, his murky gaze still harboring lingering fear.

Who could have imagined that a girl not even twenty years old would possess such unfathomable skills? Sharing such a tale would likely find few believers.