Chapter 319
Marion hadn’t even finished his sentence before Miranda hung up.
No wonder Marion was going on about the grand airs of an estate heiress; she’d probably been watching too many soap operas.
But since these four people were all quite skilled, having them help with managing the estate seemed like a perfect fit. Besides, they were already hired; it wouldn’t do to just send them packing.
Miranda headed upstairs, took a shower, and then collapsed into bed for a good sleep.
No one disturbed her, and the manor was peaceful and quiet. She ended up sleeping for two whole days.
During her slumber, a faint, shimmering glow enveloped her, wrapping around her like a protective cocoon.
After twenty–four hours, the butler tried calling her, but there was no response. Jo was a bit concerned but relaxed after seeing the heart rate monitor on the bed showing normal readings. He figured Miranda was just exhausted or particularly fond of sleeping; maybe she had waken up in the middle but then drifted back to sleep.
When Miranda finally woke up and glanced at the date and time on the panel beside her bed, she was a bit surprised. Two days? Really?
She felt different somehow, like something inside her had shifted. She looked at the lines on her palm, confused but not overly concerned. It was probably due to the batch of drugs she’d concocted before leaving Zephra.
Creating those drugs required a lot of mental energy, and making them in bulk could indeed leave her drained.
Stretching lazily, she got out of bed and walked over to the window. Looking out through the bay window, she could see the four staff members bustling about the estate.
Mia was organizing things, Cecilia was pruning the hedges, Jo was patrolling the grounds, and Bob was hauling in a cartload of groceries for the kitchen.
She raised an eyebrow–having people around really did make a difference. As she rolled her shoulders, Jo’s voice filled the room.
“Miss, are you awake?”
Each room was equipped with an intercom, allowing communication throughout the villa.
“Yeah, just woke up,” she replied, stretching her waist briefly and reaching for her phone as it chimed with a notification.
“Would you like me to prepare a meal?”
Having slept for two days, Miranda was indeed hungry. “Just something light, nothing too greasy.”
She still had to meet Mr. Ashcroft today.
Jo responded, “Understood.”
Miranda glanced at the messages on her phone, noticing that a few people had forwarded her the same news article.
Opening one of them, her eyes widened slightly at the headline.
“Mother Unable to Cope with Paralyzed Son’s Burden Chooses to Kill and Dismember Him–A Human Tragedy!”
Beneath the headline were photos of Luna and Adam.
Apparently, before Miranda had left Zephra, Luna had become pregnant. Adam, upon discovering this, was furious.
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With a baby on the way, Luna paid even less attention to Adam. Unable to stand being ignored, Adam threw something at Luna, nearly causing her to lose the baby.
That was the last straw for Luna. To protect her unborn child and secure a smooth delivery in the future, she smothered Adam in his sleep. Fearing discovery, she dismembered him.
But just a few days ago, around when Miranda left Zephra, someone noticed something amiss and alerted the authorities.
The police uncovered the truth about Adam’s death. However, as Luna was pregnant, she couldn’t be sentenced to death.
Initially, Luna might have evaded severe punishment due to humanitarian reasons. But someone deliberately caused Luna to miscarry. With the baby gone, Luna lost her will to live and leapt from the hospital roof, dying instantly,
