The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"Pill bottles?" Rosalynn's expression darkened for a moment.

The man nodded, then hurriedly pulled out his smartphone and scrolled through his chat history with Jameson, locating a video clip.

In the video, Jameson was filming Brisa, who was shaking, clutching two pill bottles tightly in her hands, glancing around before looking up towards the door, murmuring, "Something's not right... it's not right..." Rosalynn watched intently.

Suddenly, she remembered what Brisa had mentioned the day before.

"Everything was fine... I still can't understand why Ayden suddenly fell ill. Dr. Lange always said that as long as Ayden took his medication regularly, he would be just fine. How could he have fallen ill so suddenly?"d2

Watching Brisa tightly gripping the pill bottles, whispering, "Take the meds without fail, and you'll be just like everyone else..."

Jameson's parents exchanged glances, neither wanting to interrupt Rosalynn's train of thought.

"Mr. Davis, thank you for bringing this to my attention," Rosalynn said, pulling herself back to the present and nodding politely to Jameson's father.

"Oh, don't mention it. The most important thing is to be of help to you!"

After a brief exchange, Jameson's parents excused themselves to attend to other matters.

Rosalynn stood by her car.

Glancing at her son and daughter, who were sound asleep inside, her mind kept returning to the image of Brisa holding the pill bottles.

Could Ayden's relapse not have been an accident but rather foul play?

The thought startled Rosalynn herself; who would tamper with Ayden's medication?

She had researched Ayden's history extensively, and not one of the living souls who had crossed paths with him had a bad word to say.

Even Quentin Silverman, while envious of his brother's intellect and business acumen, couldn't help but reveal how well his brother had treated him.

Who would want to harm such a man?

If one were to follow the money, the prime suspects would be Quentin and his wife. Yet, Rosalynn's gut told her otherwise.

She didn't dwell on the matter for long and decided to call Penn.

"What's up?" There was some background noise on Penn's end.

"Brisa passed away," Rosalynn said.

Penn paused, "The one who used to be by Natalie's side?"

"Yes," Rosalynn confirmed.

"I should give a condolence offering then; my father was also cared for by Brisa back in the day."Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'll take care of that for you later. Right now, there's something else I need to ask you," Rosalynn said, her tone serious.

Penn sensed the gravity of the situation. "Go ahead."

"The medication Ayden was on, you have records of that, right? Was it in pill bottles?"

"Of course," Penn affirmed.

"Can you confirm the color and size of those bottles for me?"

"Sure, all prescriptions are documented. I can just look up the records to find the packaging from back then," Penn said, pausing, "But why do you suddenly need this information?" "Brisa mentioned something that made me doubt the whole incident of Ayden suddenly getting sick and killing Betsy."

"Doubt? What kind of doubt?"