Chapter 192

Just then, I suddenly thought of Marshall.

I clapped my hands. "None of us really have the right to decide what happens next. After all, we're all outsiders. But I know someone who can."

Everyone turned to look at me and asked, "Who?"

"Isadora's husband, Marshall."

Simon frowned, thinking for a moment. "I know him. His family has some money, and being a cop is more of a hobby for him. Plus, he really loves Isadora."

"Maybe telling him first is the right move. Let him decide whether to tell Isadora. He's very serious and meticulous about his work, and we all hold him in high regard."

Satisfied, I nodded. "Simon, could you arrange a meeting with him for me? I'll talk to him. I've met him a few times."

Simon nodded and agreed.

He set up a meeting for me with Marshall at a coffee shop the next afternoon.

When I arrived, Marshall was already there, holding a glass of iced water. He stood out in the crowd with his tall stature and broad shoulders.

"Hey, good to see you again."

He nodded, looking a bit puzzled. "Why did you want to meet up? As far as I know, we don't know each other well, but you're close with my wife. Why not talk to her?"

I pressed my lips together. This guy really was straightforward, saying exactly what was on his mind.

He should have exchanged some pleasantries, but instead, he pointed out our lack of familiarity.

I cleared my throat. "You're right, we don't know each other well. I'm here because of Isadora."

At the mention of Isadora, his expression softened, and I couldn't help but feel a bit envious. This was what true love looked like-just hearing the other's name brought a smile.

"What about Isadora?"

"You know she asked my friend to look into Celestia's case, right?"

Marshall frowned slightly, then nodded. "I know. But the case was closed, ruled as an accidental car crash. I can't reopen it. I heard she hired a private detective."

I nodded. "Yes, that detective is my friend."

Marshall's stern face softened a bit. "I don't really trust those private detectives to uncover the truth, but Isadora was so invested in finding out what happened to Celestia. I was worried about her, so I agreed."

I studied his face, looking for any sign of doubt. "Do you believe her? From your perspective, the case is closed. Do you believe Isadora when she says Alfonso killed his sister?"

Marshall nodded firmly. "I believe Isadora."

Relieved, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. His support was crucial.

"We've uncovered some new information, but we're hesitant to tell Isadora because she's pregnant."

"So I wanted to talk to you first. You can decide whether to tell her now or wait until after the baby is born."

"Alright, tell me what you know."

I recounted everything Simon and I had discussed.

Marshall listened intently, then asked, "Your friend is also with the police, right?"

I couldn't help but admire his sharp instincts. "Sorry, he prefers to stay anonymous. Just keep it to yourself."

Marshall nodded understandingly. "Thank you for your friend's help. I won't tell Isadora for now, but I'm willing to assist with the investigation. Let me know if you need anything."

"No matter what, I want to give Isadora the truth."

I couldn't help but nod, thinking Isadora was lucky to have such a good man.

After he left, I returned to the car outside the restaurant. Savannah was waiting for me. She asked, "How did it go? Smoothly?"

I nodded. "Couldn't have gone better. Marshall was surprisingly cooperative and even willing to help with the investigation. He even guessed Simon's identity."

Savannah's eyes widened in shock. "He's really sharp. But it's good he's willing to help."

I nodded. "We have to keep this from Isadora. If she finds out, she'll be heartbroken, and that's not good for the baby."

Savannah nodded in agreement. "Right. Also, I remembered something. Alfonso, Celestia's ex-husband, seems to have some connection with Brandon."

"Remember when Brandon threw that celebration party and specifically invited Alfonso? They're not even in the same industry, so why would they be so close?"

"I saw Brandon personally call Alfonso to invite him, and they acted very familiar with each other. At the time, I thought he was just calling a friend, but now I realize Alfonso is Celestia's ex-husband."

I sneered. "Brandon really knows how to pick his friends. Maybe he learned how to be a scumbag from Alfonso."

Savannah nodded. "Exactly. How do these awful people make so much money?"

"The world is really unfair."

I patted her shoulder. "The truth is, people with too much conscience don't make big money. I only built this company with my dad's help and our family's gradual accumulation. Otherwise, I could never have achieved this scale on my own."

"And Alfonso, starting from scratch, couldn't have built such a big company in just a few years without some shady dealings."

"But you have to believe in karma. People like him will get what they deserve eventually."

Savannah sighed heavily. "I hope so."

When I got home, I received a call from Kelly. I was surprised she called at this time.

Kelly said, "Didn't the kids miss a vaccine? How could you forget?"

I was stunned, then remembered. I had planned to bring the kids back for their vaccines but got so caught up in everything that I forgot.

I felt a wave of guilt, blaming myself for being a bad mom who couldn't even remember her kids' vaccine schedule.