The Woman From Hell

At noon, I came to the address Cole mentioned.

It was a small, quiet shop. Although it was peak lunch hour, there were not many people in the shop.

The seat he chose was also easy to spot. Cole pulled out the chair for me. He was very gentlemanly. "Thank you." I nodded at him.

After Cole sat down, he snapped his fingers. "You can serve the food now."

"You already ordered?"

"Yes, I come to this restaurant often, so I ordered some of their signature dishes on my own initiative. I hope you don't mind, President Lane." Cole looked at me, those deep eyes filled with stories.

I froze for a moment before smiling and replying, "Why would I? It's good. I don't have to worry about what to order."

"Although there aren't many people here, the food is delicious. The proprietor doesn't bother to promote it and opens it as he pleases. Many people come here when it's not open and don't try to come again." "So, that's how it is."

The dishes were served very quickly, and within a few minutes after I sat down, the waiter informed us, "Everything is served. Please take your time and enjoy."

The color and fragrance of the food were great, and the presentation was also very distinctive. It really was the kind of place Cole would patronize.

I asked him while we ate, "Did you call me out this time because you've made some progress in the investigation?"

"Yes, I found something, but it's complicated."

Complicated?

My curiosity was suddenly piqued, and I asked quickly, "Have you found out who I am?"

Hearing my question, Cole shook his head.

It seemed that he had not gotten there yet.

My bright eyes dimmed. "Then what did you find out, President Anders?"

"Sandra was only close to Millicent during the period she was away. According to my investigation, although Milicent had a marriage contract, she didn't like her marriage partner and fell in love with a poor boy I heard she got pregnant later."

Hearing this, my movements gradually slowed. "What do you mean?"

"I'm guessing that the child Sandra brought up, which is you, is very likely Miss Yard's own child. But this was a point of embarrassment for the Yards, so the information was suppressed."

The more I listened, the more confused I became. I shook my head, feeling puzzled. "What about Petra and Grayson? Am I not their daughter?"

"If you really think you're their daughter, why did you ask me to look into your background?"

Cole asked me back.

I was taken aback. What was actually going on now?

I just wanted to know what was going on with that box at first, so I concealed from Cole that Petra and Grayson were my biological parents. However, he had now found out that I was from the Yards. What about Petra, then? Why did she say I was her child?

Everything was all messed up.

In front of me, Cole was calm, and his expression was undisturbed. He just looked at me like that. "Have you recovered?"

"Yes." I gradually reigned in my emotions.

Seeing that I had pulled myself

together, Cole nodded and

continued, don't know about Petra's involvement. According to my investigation, you're very likely to be Millicent Yard's daughter, but she's been dead for a long time. You can ask Petra and Grayson. Maybe they know something."

"Yeah, I can go ask them about this. Mr. Anders, do you have any other news?"

"Not for the time being. Maybe you can find out something from Petra. It might even help me with my investigation." Cole took a sip of tea and smiled slightly. "I see."

It seemed that I have to find time to go visit them. What were they hiding?