“That day...” Sybil recounted Dylan's sudden death over the phone.
Arielle stilled momentarily after hearing the whole story. She didn't think it was Aaron who had personally given her dad the herbal concoction. She had assumed it was all a lie spun by Nancy.
“Do you think Aaron would do such a thing?” the woman asked after a long moment of silence.
She didn't initially believe so, but now that Sybil had mentioned the way Dylan had looked at Aaron before breathing his last, she wasn't sure whether she could trust her own instincts now.
“I wouldn’t dare think it was Prince Aaron, but it looks to be the case. In fact, he didn't try to defend himself when Her Majesty locked him up...”
“Are you safe now? Can you arrange for me to meet Aaron? I want to find out what happened from him,” Arielle requested after another pause.
Sybil's current situation wasn't ideal, but he couldn't say no to Arielle as he, too, didn't believe that Aaron was behind the king's murder. The man had even tried to talk to Aaron once, but the latter refused to utter a word. Maybe she'd be able to get the truth out of him.
“I'll get back to you when the opportunity arises, Princess.”
Meanwhile, chaos ensued after Nancy had collapsed, and it was later in the afternoon by the time she regained consciousness.
“Are those things gone, Monisha?” the woman asked. Thinking back to what had transpired before she passed out made her boil with rage.
Having busied herself with taking care of Nancy all day, Monisha couldn't answer. She really hadn't had the time to check what was on the internet.
Fortunately, Nancy didn't blame her, knowing how worried and caught up the latter must have been.
“Give me my phone. I'll have a look.”
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