My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 341

Chapter 341: More Puzzles To Solve
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Fiona claimed. “And I’m not talking to you about anything.”

Tracie chuckled lightly. “Are you the one that killed Arabella Santos and pinned the blame on Xavier Wallace?”

Fiona stood frozen in shock at the words that spilled out from Tracie’s mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The accusation hit Fiona hard against the chest as she stared at Tracie.

It’d been many years and she thought she wouldn’t be asked by anyone regarding the sudden death of Arabella. But she’d been wrong.

Fiona’s mind flooded with possibilities. Possibilities of if they were after her so they would get rid of her. Her hands turned sweaty, her eyes darting from one place to the other, trying to find words that wouldn’t land her into any more suspicion.

“Me, kill someone? That’s a very punishable crime and I suppose you know that!” Although Fiona tried to act strong in front of Tracie, she still shuddered in fright, which didn’t fly unnoticed by Tracie. “I respect the family you come from but I won’t tolerate it when you accuse me of such a thing.”

Tracie hummed in understanding.

“So, let me guess. You killed her—or rather—you asked someone to do that because you were jealous of Arabella. She was dating the boy you were in love with back then anyway, so you had every reason to kill her, am I right?”

“Just stop!” Fiona snapped, exasperation evident in her tone. “This is getting too much now, Ms. Clark. I respect your family but I won’t stand here and watch you accuse me of something I didn’t do.”

Fiona had raised her voice a little higher, and her bodyguards were able to hear her discomfort and came rushing.

“I didn’t murder anyone,” she repeated while Tracie’s eyes narrowed at her, making it known she didn’t believe a single word that came out from Fiona’s lips. “So, please leave me alone.” With that, Fiona walked away with her bodyguards to her car and they zoomed off.

Tracie released a long sigh as she clicked her tongue in annoyance.

From how things had turned out, it was obvious Fiona was going to keep her guard up from now on, and Tracie was glad that would be happening.

She loved breaking into places and she couldn’t wait to see what Fiona could be hiding.

If it turned out Fiona wasn’t the one that killed Arabella, then without a doubt, she knew something—something she’d kept buried within herself for over two decades and had refused to tell anyone about it.

“This is going to take a while now,” Tracie thought out loud, popping another gum into her mouth before she reached into her pocket to fetch her phone.

She dialed the number and after a few rings, the other person immediately picked up the call.

“I can tell you one thing for sure, she’s high on alert,” she informed.

Ezekiel pinched the skin between his eyebrows.

“What did you do?” He asked, already having an idea of her past moves.

“I walked up to her and asked her why she killed Arabella then pinned the blame on Xavier. What was I supposed to do?” Tracie nearly snapped but held back her tone.

“Because of what you did, she’s going to start guarding herself and watching out. She might even inform her father. Remember, her father was once the commander in chief back in his day and we wouldn’t want to start up any trouble.”

“And so what if we do? If he decides to send all of his army to us, we can still defeat them,” Tracie replied nonchalantly, definitely unbothered by what she’d done.

Ezekiel sighed tirelessly. Nothing he said would make her think twice before making any drastic move, that was for sure.

Tracie liked to get her things done fast no matter the route she took, most especially when the task was important.

“Alright, but please, don’t treat her like she’s the actual killer,” he urged, his tone calm but firm. “She might be a witness to what happened that night, something no one else knows. Instead of pressuring her, try coaxing the truth out of her. Be patient.”

He glanced at Xavier, who was silently focused on brewing another pot of coffee, his expression unreadable.

Tracie released a huff before she replied, “Fine!” Then she hung up on the call. “I didn’t threaten her,” she muttered.

Tracie chose to follow them, determined to keep a close watch on Fiona. She knew Fiona would be more cautious now, always on the lookout for her. But Tracie wasn’t one to back down easily. She’d keep pushing until Fiona revealed whatever secrets she was hiding.

Just as she’d assumed, Fiona had arrived at her home and the gates opened with two young boys rushing towards her.

One seemed to be at the age of nine and the youngest was five.

The boys jumped on Fiona, hugging her closely as if they didn’t want to let her.

Tracie observed the warm interaction between Fiona and her sons, her mind racing with questions. Could Fiona really have killed Arabella? It didn’t add up. Fiona, now 36, the same age as Xavier and Xander, seemed to have built a stable family life.

If jealousy had driven her to murder Arabella, it might have been to claim Xander for herself—assuming he ever loved her in return. But that still left a glaring hole in the story: how would framing Xavier serve her purpose? The pieces of the puzzle refused to fit, leaving Tracie with more doubts than answers.

Tracie recalled Ezekiel’s words. Fiona could have been a witness that night. She witnessed what had happened and decided to run away so that the actual people who’d killed Arabella wouldn’t look for her.

Although Fiona was from a powerful family, it would be inevitable to escape from a well-planned assassination from the unknown enemies.

So without any further doubt, Fiona must have witnessed something that had driven her to flee for her life.