His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 839

"What?!" Ramona's legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed. "No… impossible… that's impossible, you're lying!" Ramona shook her head frantically. She had never heard of a place as private as a hospital room being equipped with surveillance cameras. "If you're trying to bluff me, it won't work!"

Seeing Ramona's desperate struggle, Niamh shrugged and sighed. "The other day, didn't you see me and Jonathan go to the very hospital where Grandfather passed away?" "…" Ramona bit her lower lip so hard it nearly bled, her eyes burning as she stared at Niamh, searching for any crack in her facade.

But on Niamh's exquisitely made-up face, there was only a confident, knowing smile. She was looking back at Ramona, not with scorn or hatred, but with pity—the kind of condescending pity a victor shows to a pathetic loser. The look sent a shiver down Ramona’s spine, raising goosebumps all over her body. Why was Niamh looking at her like that? What did she know? Ramona's mind was in turmoil. The calmer Niamh appeared, the more frantic Ramona became.

"That day at the hospital… I learned something very interesting…" Niamh said, turning around. Just then, Jonathan, who was in the wings, handed Niamh a laptop. "Thank you," Niamh said, flashing him a smile. The sight of Jonathan sent a wave of foreboding through Ramona, whose confidence was already crumbling.

"The VIP room Grandfather stayed in was actually a converted room… Originally, it was a special observation ward for patients with behavioral disorders… which means it was one of the few rooms equipped with a security camera…" As Niamh spoke in a light, casual tone, Ramona felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head, freezing her in place. "And when they converted it into a VIP room, the renovation crew forgot about the camera, so it was never removed."

"It was his own fault… If he hadn't left all the valuable Quinn family assets to you in his will, why would I have killed him?!" Ramona snapped her head up, glaring furiously at Niamh. The hall erupted once more. The live broadcast had never been cut. Ramona had just confessed to murder in front of the entire world.

"Ha, haha, hahahahaha…" Ramona burst into wild, pathological laughter. She staggered to her feet and lurched toward Niamh. Instantly, Jonathan leaped onto the stage, shielding Niamh behind him. Seeing Jonathan, Ramona stopped, her eyes filled with a mixture of hatred—and envy. Niamh gently placed a hand on Jonathan’s shoulder and stepped out from behind him.