Who else but the Griffins Family would save a murderer? Ofelia couldn't think of anyone else.
But who would have guessed that after saving him, they would end up silencing him for good! She should have known that, given the Griffins Family's venomous nature, killing to cover up their tracks would be their best option.
Now everything was ruined. Not only had she lost her last clue, but her investigation into the culprit had also alerted the Griffins Family. If they discovered that she knew the truth, would she be next?
The sudden realization made her heart race, and she couldn't calm down for a long time. But no matter what, she had to bear the consequences alone. She couldn't let her adoptive parents find out.
After her three-day break, she returned to work. To avoid drawing the Griffins Family's attention, she spent her days either working or visiting her adoptive mother in the hospital, making sure to stay out of their sight.
She also strictly followed the doctor's advice to abstain from alcohol and get adequate rest for a month. Secretly, she spent a significant amount of money hiring a new private investigator to look into her adoptive parents' car accident.
....
A month passed quietly.
She took some time to go for a follow-up checkup at the hospital, and the results showed everything was fine.
After Ofelia left the hospital, Daniel received a call from the hospital. "Mr. Howard, Miss Velcross has had an ultrasound. The fetus is over two months old and developing very well."
"Didn't she show signs of a miscarriage? Delivering food every day won't affect her?" Daniel asked.
"Miss Velcross grew up in the countryside and is in excellent physical condition. She isn't as fragile as most pregnant women," the doctor replied.
"Got it."
Despite Ofelia's constant hustle and bustle every day, she never expected that it would affect her unborn child. But contrary to her worries, everything seemed fine.
...…
At Twilight Club
As the night deepened, the club began to fill up. Under the dazzling lights and flowing drinks, young men and women, exhausted from their work, indulged themselves without restraint. Some swayed on the dance floor, while others drowned in their glasses, seeking a temporary escape from reality.
Watching this scene, Ofelia couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for the Griffins Family's deliberately harming of her foster parents, she would have taken her money back home to open a bar or a grocery store, living a simple and peaceful life.
Around ten o'clock at night, as Ofelia was taking a breather in a corner, her walkie-talkie crackled to life. "Sister Ofelia , Sister Ofelia, come to the men's restroom quickly. Young Master Hamilton is asking for you."
"The men's restroom? Get lost! Why would I, a woman, go to the men's restroom?" Ofelia replied disdainfully, pressing the button on her walkie-talkie.
"Oh, come on, Sister Ofelia, you have to come. Young Master Hamilton specifically asked for you. Don't worry, there's no one in the men's restroom right now," Drake reassured her, knowing her concerns.
"Kevin Hamilton again! Fine, fine, I'm coming."
With that, Ofelia clipped the walkie-talkie to her belt and headed towards the public restroom.
As soon as she reached the men's restroom, a few security guards greeted her immediately. "Go check it out, Young Master Hamilton is sprawled over the toilet and won't get up."
"He specifically asked for you."
"Hey, Sister Ofelia, you should seize this chance. Who knows, you might go from rags to riches."
...
Listening to the teasing from her buddies, Ofelia kicked Drake lightly. "Who are you calling a chicken?"
"Oops, my bad," Drake said with an awkward smile. "Sister Ofelia is like a koi fish leaping over the dragon gate."
"Stop talking nonsense. You guys better get back to work before the manager catches us slacking off," she said, waving her hand to send the guys off to patrol the bar.
Walking into the men's restroom, she noticed the first stall was open. Tilting her head, she saw Kevin Hamilton sitting on the toilet, vomiting into the trash can.
Kevin, the second son of the Hamilton Family from Fortune's City, was known for his good looks but also for being a useless playboy and a notorious troublemaker. Mentioning his name often brought ridicule.
How did Ofelia know him? Well, it was a classic case of "no fight, no friendship."
Not long after Ofelia started working at Twilight Club, she saw Kevin bullying Drake. Unable to stand it, she grabbed a bottle from the table, smashed the bottom, and pointed the sharp edge at Kevin. "Drake is under my protection. Try touching him again, and see what happens!"
Kevin, however, pointed to a bottle of vodka on the table and said, "If you can gulp this bottle in one go, I'll let him go."
Ofelia, who had been drinking with her foster father since childhood, had an impressive tolerance for alcohol. She grabbed the bottle of vodka and downed it in one go.
After that, not only did the security team respect her, but even Kevin Hamilton looked at her differently.
Since then, Kevin often dragged her into drinking games, and over time, they became friends. The security team, impressed by her bold and righteous actions, started calling her "Sister Ofelia."
"Ugh..."
Kevin couldn't stop himself from throwing up again.
Ofelia felt a wave of nausea as she covered her nose with one hand and tapped Kevin's shoulder with an electric baton in the other. "Kevin, if you're drunk, just go home. Sitting here and puking is disgusting."
Hearing Ofelia's voice, Kevin wiped his mouth with a tissue. His face, usually bright and handsome like a big boy, was now smiling as he reached out to her.
"Come on, give me a hand."
"I'm afraid you'll dirty my hands."
She shook the electric baton with a look of disdain. "Grab this instead."
Kevin obediently grasped the baton, stood up, and walked to the sink. He scooped up some water to rinse his mouth and washed his face.
Ofelia crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, watching him. "Which girl dumped you this time? Look at the state you're in."
Kevin propped his hands on the sink, staring at his disheveled reflection in the mirror.
Suddenly, he smiled and turned his head to look at Ofelia. "Does everyone think I'm a loser?"
His smile carried a hint of bitterness and helplessness.
The sudden seriousness made Ofelia uncomfortable. She pulled out a few paper towels and handed them to him. "If you're not drunk, get out! Uh... hey, Kevin, what are you doing?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Kevin suddenly grabbed her arm and pinned her against the wall. "Ofelia, do you know that you're the only one who's ever treated me differently?"
He was reeking of alcohol, making Ofelia feel a bit uncomfortable.
"Ofelia, will you be my girlfriend?"
Ofelia: "..."
She didn't take Kevin's drunken words seriously at all. Instead, she glared at him.
"Have I not beaten you up recently? Do you need a reminder of who you are?"
"You... you... just look at how ugly you are! I'm not even picky, so why don't you just settle for me?" Kevin mumbled, his words dripping with drunken arrogance.
"Kevin, are you still half-asleep? Do you need me to help you sober up?" Ofelia couldn't help but snap at him.
"Ahem..."
At that moment, a cough echoed from the entrance of the men's restroom.
Both of them turned their heads towards the sound. Ofelia's back stiffened, and her eyes widened slightly.
Daniel Howard?
Why was he here? How could he be here?
But then she remembered that the child she had carried for Daniel was no more, and they had no ties left. She quickly adopted an indifferent and cold demeanor.
"Well, well, what a coincidence! Master Howard is here to use the restroom too?" Kevin maintained his casual posture, one hand propped against the wall and the other in his pocket, as he greeted the suddenly appearing Daniel.
The Twilight Club was one of Daniel's properties. Although he usually resided in the penthouse, he rarely came down to inspect the place unless he was entertaining business partners.
Who would have thought that today, of all days, he would decide to come down for an inspection, only to catch this woman shamelessly flirting with the useless Kevin?