Under the Heiress' Facade

Chapter 644

"Bernie, do you remember what we were doing when Greg was murdered that day?" Hera rested against Bernard's chest, listening to his heart pounding.

He frowned. "Why the sudden question?"

"I realize that I can't remember what we were doing," she explained.

"That's normal. You were just six," he comforted her.

"Do you still remember, then?" She raised her head to look at him.

He tried to recall his memories. "I think we were playing hide-and-seek. When I returned home, you were running

a fever. Then, you stayed at home the whole day to recover."

Xavier said almost the same thing. Both the men remembered the hide-and-seek, but she couldn't.

"Do you remember where you were hiding? Where was I hiding?" she asked again.

Bernard realized something. "Are you trying to remember what happened at that time?"

"Yes."

He fell into silence and closed his eyes as if trying to figure something out.

Assuming that he was recalling the past, Hera nestled in his arms again, waiting for him quietly.

After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind as his lips parted. He finally blurted the words stuck in his throat, "Sweetie, after finding out who killed Ms. Daphne, could you stop investigating Lucius' case?"

Silence inflated in the air.

Thinking that she got angry, he looked down, only to find her sleeping against her chess. He didn't know since when she fell asleep!

He was dumbfounded because he didn't expect her to be sleeping.

He hugged her and placed her head on a pillow so that she wouldn't have a stiff neck tomorrow from that position.

He adjusted the air conditioner to 82.4°F and gazed at the woman who had fallen asleep due to exhaustion. The crease between his brows tightened.

Just what did Xavier tell her that day? Why did Hera suddenly become desperate to remember what happened that year?

When he thought of the information about Xavier he received through email, the glint in his eyes turned dangerous.

He turned around and got out of bed to turn off the camera. He marched to the closet and got changed before leaving the room with his phone.

He made a call, ordering a female subordinate to watch the room by the door.

Then, Bernard grabbed the car keys and left the house.

Forty minutes later, a silver Maserati was driven into the Killian residence at full pelt. It stopped at Xavier's wing. It was 2:00 am, and the sound of the car rumbling amplified in the quiet night. The commotion woke up the dozing household staff in the yard. He was supposed to be on night duty.

When Jackson opened his eyes, he saw Bernard get out of the car like a Grim Reaper on a hunt. Jackson thought he was seeing things because Bernard rarely came. Even if Bernard did come home, he wouldn't show up here.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jackson rubbed his eyes and pinched his thigh, only to realize that it wasn't an illusion. He sprang up from his seat. "M-Mr. Bernard?"

Bernard strode through the yard and stopped in front of the door, coldly ordering. "Open the door."

Jackson had a bad feeling about this, thinking, "It'll take one careless mistake before Mr. Bernard becomes livid and buries me alive without anyone knowing."

Scared for his life, Jackson opened the door and ran away to wake Marriott up.

Bernard headed straight to Xavier's room and kicked the door open.