Chapter 69

Although it was summer and the air conditioning was set to 82 degrees Fahrenheit, Shelmaine still felt a chill. She draped a shawl over her shoulders and sat on the couch, saying, "We find it oddly coincidental, but the police have no leads. They can't find out who broke into my house or who left the parcels at my studio." "It must be Natasha and Samuel's mom! But how did they find out you were here? Did Samuel tell them?" "If they wanted to investigate, they would have found out sooner or later. What I don't understand is that if they wanted to harm my child, why didn't they act right away? Or did they want me to have an accident too?" While lying in the hospital for half a month, Shelmaine kept pondering over the thought. She hesitated to jump to conclusions because she couldn't believe people could be so cruel. Isabelle said, "That's terrifying. The way you put it, it's quite possible. Damn, are they crazy?" Shelmaine lowered her eyes. Her thick eyelashes hid the fleeting sadn