Under the Heiress' Facade



At this point, Hera already had a hunch about who the perpetrator was. She simply wanted to know what Xavier would tell her.

With that thought in mind, she stated, "You guys should carry on with the questioning. I'll go check on Xavier."

Hera went after Gemma and the maids and eventually reached the house where Xavier resided. He had locked himself up in his bedroom, and Gemma was trying to coax him into unlocking the door.

"Xavi, hurry up and open the door. Let me see if you're hurt," said Gemma, her voice strained with worry.

"Ms. Gemma, this is the key to Mr. Xavier's bedroom," said a maid while handing over a key.

"Quick," Gemma urged. "Open the door."

"Allow me," Hera piped in, reaching for the key in the maid's hands.

The maid looked at Gemma as if waiting for further instructions.

"He's emotionally unstable right now," Hera explained. "I'll head in and check on him. You guys and wait outside."

Without giving it a second thought, Gemma nodded. Then, Hera took the key, unlocked the door, and slipped into the room.

The curtains weren't pulled, so the room was cast in total darkness. It made her feel rather unsettled.

"Xavier, it's me," Hera muttered, her voice light. Closing the door, she suppressed the growing unease in her heart. "Can I turn the lights on?" It was completely silent in the room.

Hera groped for the switch in the dark. Finally, she found it and turned the lights on.

She couldn't find him in the room, but she noticed that the closet door was slightly ajar. She walked over to it and opened the closet.

Xavier, who was six feet tall, was crouching in the small closet. His back was hunched as he squeezed himself deep into the closet with the clothes around him. He looked rather pitiful.

"Don't you have something to tell me?" Hera asked, her voice soft.

"A ghost! There's a ghost in the water!" Xavier yelped as he pushed himself deeper into the closet as if

ted to melt into the wall of

the closet itself.

Hera turned rather speechless at his reaction. They were the only ones here, so he needn't keep up the act anymore.

But Xavier didn't respond no matter what Hera told him. She couldn't do anything in this situation, but she understood why he acted this way. He had to be on alert and stay vigilant in this perilous house.

She caught a glimpse of a phone with a lanyard on the bedside table. Marriot probably made Xavier wear the lanyard most of the time so that people could contact her if he ever got lost.

"I'll save my number in your phone. You can contact me if anything comes up," said Hera, reaching for the phone.

The phone wasn't locked. She added her number to his contacts and called herself once to make sure that it was saved and to save his number too.

She added in a whisper, "If you think it's not convenient for us to talk here, you can go to my clinic in the future."

Hera placed the phone on the ground before Xavier. As she did so, he raised his head and grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving.

Then, he quickly typed a few words using the notes application on his phone and showed her the screen.

"Roman. Linda."

Hera had only taken a glance at the words before he deleted them.

Smiling, she lowered her voice and said, "See you at the clinic."

Gemma had been waiting outside the room all this time with her hands clutched tightly as she silently prayed to God.

There was a click as the door handle

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she asked, "How is Xavi? Is he okay? Can you treat him?"

"Call the clinic to make an appointment," Hera told her, shutting the door.

Gemma was relieved and glad to hear that. "Okay. Thank goodness you're here to help him."

Just then, a maid rushed over to them. Still gasping, she panted, "Dr. Shadow, Mr. Roman tried to take his own life! Please save him!"