NovelOnlineChapter 731
Vivian didn't hide anything from her, though her expression was somewhat uncomfortable. "Someone from the
White family, Tracy White."
No matter what, the White family still had sblood relation to him.
Sarah carefully placed her hand over Mia's and said gently, "Mia, it's me, Sarah."
The moment Sarah put her hand on Mia's, she seemed to sense it and looked over, her lifeless eyes suddenly
showing a glimmer of light.
She murmured, "Sarah."
"Yes, Mia, it's me."
Sometimes, she truly couldn't understand why Mia, when caught in her madness, could calm down just by
hearing her voice.
"Sasa," she continued to murmur.
Although Mia knew who was beside her, she still felt agitated and restless. She often saw all kinds of people
mocking her - sometimes like hallucinations, sometimes seeming real.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce they got home, Sarah took Mia to her old room, which had relatively complete facilities.
She had Mia sit in a bean bag chair to fully relax, then skillfully began giving her calming suggestions.
Half an hour later, Mia finally fell asleep, exhausted.
Sarah covered her with a thick blanket before walking out.
In the living room, Melvin poured two glasses of red wine, sliding one across to her. "Want a drink?"
By the the asked, Sarah had already picked up a glass. "Did you find anything?"
Melvin smiled faintly and handed her a bank transfer record and a hospital payment list.
"This past week, the deceased's account received three transfers totaling one million. All of this money went to
the hospital, enough to cover her mother's treatment."
Sarah looked at the payment list: Regorafenib, Donafenib... these were medications for liver cancer.
Yvonne's mother had liver cancer, and she had chosen to end her life this way to get money for medical
treatment.
Sarah suddenly didn't know what to say. One life exchanged for another. A young person with their whole life
ahead of them, sacrificed just for medical expenses.
The poor were always both pitiful and hateful - especially the poor with terminal illnesses.
"Were you able to trace where the money cfrom?" she asked.
"We traced it to an account, but it was closed yesterday. It belonged to a stranger," Melvin said thoughtfully.
Sarah stared at the words on the transfer slip, lost in thought. "By the way, what about that woman? The one
who was in the sroom with Yvonne and watched her die she must have been sent by Vivian to supervise."
"We're looking into it," Melvin said seriously.
The botulism incident proved to have nothing to do with Pine Mist Island Resort, not just because of the source
tracing, but also because those people's reactions were too extreme. The police station had criminal
psychologists who could tell at a glance that the woman was lying.
In the end, the plan wasn't as perfect as it seemed. The imperfection wasn't because Vivian hadn't thought
things through, but because she was too hasty - eager to shut down Pine Mist Island immediately. Vivian and her
grandfather couldn't face the daily losses calmly.
Although Pine Mist Island Resort wasn't directly responsible for Yvonne's death, the incident had happened there,
damaging its reputation. One way or another, Vivian had achieved her goal.
Harbour Crescent developed rapidly following the Pine Mist Island incident, much to Vivian's delight.
At the White household, what Tracy had feared finally happened.
After being verbally warned by Zachary that day, she couldn't eat for a day or two, agonizing over whether to tell
her elders about it.
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