Crises in Love novel Chapter 503

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of guilt like I was about to snoop through someone's diary. But curiosity overcame me, and I reached for her phone. It had a fingerprint lock. I thought for a second, then gently lifted her hand and pressed it against the sensor. The phone clicked open, and I quickly started scrolling through her messages.

At the top of the chat list was an icon that was simply an eye, dark and cat-like, with a vertical pupil. It was unsettling.

I tapped on it, only to find that the chat was completely empty.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. This meant that the conversation had been deliberately erased.

She was definitely hiding something. Could she be threatened by someone?

The second chat was from Camilla, which I recognized from my own phone. Most of it was video call history and a few voice messages. I played them, and they were all reminders for Fidelia to behave, to be good, and to get along with us.

Next, I opened her photo album. It was filled with shots of Oldtown Avenue.

There were group selfies and a bunch of solo shots that looked like Monique’s work.

There were also multiple photos of our ancestral home, with every nook and cranny captured in vivid detail. There was even a video walkthrough from the front door to all the rooms. It was labeled 'short clip,' but it was anything but short. The whole house was laid out bare.

And there was the backyard, too, with every detail of its layout recorded.

I was puzzled. Ever since Gemma had been taken away, I'd had Dad lock up the backyard to prevent strangers from wandering in.

Though Oldtown Avenue wasn't officially open to the public, the occasional tourist did come by, and I wanted to avoid any potential trouble.

It seemed Fidelia had taken these photos and videos before the lockdown.

There was nothing else of interest on the phone. I took a picture of the creepy eye icon and user ID with my own phone before carefully replacing hers. I left the girls' room and headed back to my own.

Carl had been sleeping with me, and he was deep in sleep, his injured arm instinctively extended, too scared to move it much. Poor kid must have been traumatized.

I lay back down, the image of that sinister eye haunting me. Was it Jerome's account?

What had he said to Fidelia to make her so anxious? The household videos might have been innocently sent to Camilla, but what if they'd been sent to Jerome...

I sat bolt upright, a sense of foreboding washing over me.