Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 437

“I have no idea. Jordan, the one who saved me, said the poison wasn’t on the bullet or the knife. So if it didn’t happen during the chase, it must have been at the hotel. But I barely ate anything there. Just a sip of wine, nothing else. We still haven’t found whoever did it, and I’m completely lost.”

Madeline couldn’t shake her worry. Whoever was behind this was still hiding in the shadows. She racked her brain, but couldn’t think of anyone she had wronged badly enough for them to go this far.

Julian’s brow furrowed. If someone wanted to poison Madeline, their only chances were either at the party or during the attack.

Helene. Christian. Andrew...

“It wasn’t Helene, and I know it wasn’t Christian,” Madeline said right away.

“Andrew Palmer...” Julian’s frown deepened.

“Who’s that?”

Julian’s face turned even more serious. “That night, Helene tried to drug you, but she ended up drugging herself. The one who got her pregnant was Andrew. The baby was his.”

Madeline finally understood. “So he blames me for Helene losing her child, and now he wants revenge because of her.” She let out a bitter laugh. “So, do you still believe it?”

She looked up at Julian, searching his face.

“No,” Julian said, pulling out his phone. “But take a look at this.”

Madeline took the phone. On the screen, a woman who looked exactly like her—down to the pregnant belly—was talking to a group of men. The audio was crystal clear.

“I want Helene and her child dead.”

Madeline stared at the video, her eyebrows drawn tight. The woman looked just like her. If this person stood in front of her right now, it would feel like looking in a mirror.

“How is that possible? That’s not me.” Madeline’s voice was sharp, her confusion obvious. She didn’t even recognize the men in the video.

“I believe you,” Julian said, turning off the phone.

“Is the video real?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Then...” Madeline couldn’t finish her thought. Images flashed in her mind—a woman in a black cloak—but she couldn’t remember her face, or even when or where she’d seen her. It was just a shadow, hovering at the edge of her memory.

“What’s wrong?” Julian asked.

Madeline pressed her hand to her forehead and shook her head. “Nothing.”

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