Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 676: Another Person Worth Suspecting

"I don’t get it," Hans said, utterly baffled. "Why would the old master use the young master’s Twitter account to announce that Everett and Miss Torres are going to get engaged sometime in the future?"

"The old master doesn’t like celebrities," Tobias replied quietly. "He’s probably using this opportunity to pressure Miss Wilson into backing off. But... when the young master wakes up and finds out about this, he’s going to explode." novelbuddy.cσ๓

"Then... should we tell Miss Wilson?" Hans asked hesitantly, feeling a pang of sympathy for Aurora.

She was still completely in the dark.

Once she saw the announcement, it would surely break her heart.

"It’s the old master’s decision... I wouldn’t dare defy him," Tobias murmured.

In truth, he didn’t think Aurora was a good match for Everett.

After all, as a beautiful actress, scandals would inevitably follow her—and how could the young master tolerate such a woman?

Hans pouted but said nothing more.

At that moment, Old Mr. Langston hurried in, his face dark as thunder.

"He’s still not awake?" he demanded.

Tobias shook his head, and the flicker of hope in the old man’s eyes instantly turned into crushing disappointment.

It had already been over a full day and night.

Everett remained unconscious.

Old Mr. Langston pushed open the hospital room door.

Inside, two nurses stood watch over Everett, their eyes glued to his motionless form.

Given Everett’s condition, twenty-four-hour supervision was necessary.

The old man walked to the bedside and sat down, staring at Everett’s peaceful, healthy-looking face.

"You little brat," he muttered. "Are you messing with me? Who the hell poisoned you..."

The household staff had all been interrogated; security footage had been reviewed.

They hadn’t found a single suspicious person.

Old Mr. Langston looked down at his son, a wave of grief crashing over him.

"You damn brat... Your mother left too soon. Don’t you dare make me, an old man, bury my own son too..."

"Sir... I think... there’s still someone we haven’t questioned yet," Tobias suddenly spoke up.

Old Mr. Langston turned to him, frowning.

Tobias leaned in and whispered,

"Sir, after the young master moved back home, didn’t Miss Blaine come over to keep Miss Ophelia company? She hasn’t been questioned yet. And honestly, I think she’s a strong suspect."

Old Mr. Langston’s face instantly twisted with anger.

"Nonsense! She’s a timid woman—how could she possibly have poisoned Everett?"

Tobias remained calm.

"Then explain this—on the day it happened, all the staff were busy working in the garden and have solid alibis. But Miss Blaine... she wandered around the garden for a long time before finally going back inside. And don’t forget, there’s a blind spot at the back staircase—and the young master’s room is the closest to it. She could have easily..."

"Enough! Shut your mouth!"

Old Mr. Langston glared at Tobias with murderous fury.

But Tobias met his gaze fearlessly.

"Sir," he said steadily, "a woman’s jealousy can be terrifying. We can’t afford to overlook a single suspect... Especially since the young master never liked Miss Blaine to begin with."

Old Mr. Langston panted heavily, his chest heaving.

Deep down, he didn’t completely disbelieve Tobias.

He simply didn’t want to believe it.

After all, Gianna had once been a woman he was obsessed with in his youth—her young, vibrant body had brought him endless pleasure.

Though that passion had long since faded, she had once been his lawful wife.

She had given him a lively daughter.

Unfortunately, their children couldn’t have been more different—his daughter was wild and reckless, while Everett was strict and reserved.

Before meeting Aurora, Everett hadn’t allowed any woman near his heart.

Tobias glanced at Everett lying motionless on the bed.

Seeing the young master’s complexion still normal, he quietly let out a breath of relief.

If it had been a stronger, deadlier poison, Everett’s face would have already turned hideous—or worse, he would have been dead by now.

But it was exactly because Everett looked normal... that this poison seemed so much more sinister.

"Get out!" Old Mr. Langston barked coldly.

Tobias and Hans exchanged a quick look before leaving the room quietly.

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Outside the room.

Hans took a deep breath.

"You’re bold, man. I can’t believe you said all that to the old master’s face! Don’t you realize he treats that woman like family? That’s why he dragged out the divorce for so long."

Because the young master had been poisoned, every servant in the house had to account for their whereabouts—and they all had solid alibis.

Most of the staff had served the old master for decades. It was unthinkable that they would harm the young master.

That left Gianna as the most suspicious figure.

Ophelia, being so young and having no real conflict with Everett, didn’t have any clear motive for poisoning him.

Only Gianna.

A woman who had secretly harbored feelings for Everett, but every time she tried to get close, she was coldly and ruthlessly rejected by him.

"There really are women that shameless in this world," Tobias thought grimly.

"If we don’t deal with this fast, and the young master doesn’t wake up, it’s going to be a disaster."

He turned away and began texting orders to Everett’s men stationed outside.

Meanwhile, Old Mr. Langston sat by the bedside, lost in thought for a long time.

Then he started speaking softly to Everett, talking to him for what felt like an eternity.

Everett’s biological mother had been a wild, reckless woman, but a stunning beauty with mixed heritage.

That was why Old Mr. Langston had tolerated her behavior for as long as he did, choosing not to leave her.

But in the end, she contracted AIDS and died.

Now, reflecting on the woman’s sins, Langston realized the fault had never been hers alone.

He was just as much to blame.

If only he had divorced her earlier...

Maybe Everett wouldn’t be lying here today.

"I know you’ve always resented your mother," he murmured. "But no matter what, she was still your mother. And... I’ve used your Twitter account to post several announcements. You need to wake up soon, or there’ll be no way to fix it!"

Old Mr. Langston’s voice was low and full of regret.

Everett, lying still in bed, gave no response.

It was possible he couldn’t hear him at all.

Or maybe he could hear—but no longer had the strength to react.

He didn’t even have the strength to move...

Old Mr. Langston’s mind wandered back to Everett’s childhood.

He remembered how Everett would sit alone for hours in the back garden, watching the servants go about their work.

How, every time he glimpsed his mother, his eyes would light up with desperate hope.

How badly that little boy had craved a mother’s hug—only to be coldly pushed away every time he got close.

Later, Everett had stopped trying.

Stopped hoping.

And eventually, he grew to despise her.

Back then, Langston had focused only on comforting his son—never solving the real problem.

He had been an unfit father.

If he had divorced sooner, found a kind and gentle woman to raise Everett and lied, telling him that she was his real mother...

Maybe Everett could have lived a much happier life these past twenty years.

"In the end," Old Mr. Langston whispered, voice shaking, "it’s me who let you down."

With that, he rose slowly from the chair, his movements unsteady, and left the hospital room.

The two nurses inside exchanged a glance, eyes full of sympathy.

"Mr. Adams really is pitiful," one of them said softly. "To have such a handsome, brilliant son poisoned like this..."

"The person who did this is pure evil," the other nurse added, casting a dreamy look at Everett.

That breathtaking face, those perfect features—any woman would fall for a man like him at first sight.

"Yeah," the first nurse sighed. "Even just his silhouette is enough to make hearts race. Whoever poisoned him... deserves to be torn limb from limb."