Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 238: Who Are You?

Spencer walked into the hospital with a small smile tugging at his lips. Did they really think he was going to confess to something like trying to murder the old man? As if he’d just walk in and admit guilt.

Today, he would claim innocence- calmly, convincingly and even let his grandfather know about Adam being alive. He’d lay out the truth, or at least his version of it, and twist it just enough to prove that it had been Patrick all along who orchestrated the entire attempt to murder and rescue. His father had orchestrated the entire mess, and then tried to pin it on him like he was some kind of fool.

That was the plan. That was how Spencer had arranged everything from the start as well. The nurse who had been caught would confess that she had received money from someone called Patrick. It was all going to fall into place today. With that quiet confidence encouraging his every step, he made his way down the hallway, heading straight for the hospital room. He reached the door and pushed it open slowly, prepared for what came next.

Then he stopped.

Inside the room were three people. Two people who weren’t supposed to be here. Adam. Melanie.

They were supposed to be in Maniwa—one locked away for good and one dead, as far as his grandfather was concerned. Instead, they stood here now, alive and breathing, looking right at him. Dam* it! This was just not done! He needed to bring things to the old man in his own way.

Feeling panic set in, at the thought that Sir Collins had already discovered his lie before he could get rid of his mistakes, he looked around the room to explain everything but the old man was nowhere to be found.

Spencer took a step in, his smile faltered and he asked with an edge of suspicion. "What are you doing here?"

Adam smiled at that and grinned. "Surprise, I’m here to settle scores. I must say, I was touched when my dear brother flew all the way to Maniwa to bring over my dead body. So, I brought a gift for you. Thought you might want to see it."

Adam held it out. "Thought you’d want to see this."

Spencer walked over and took the paper without a word. He opened it. His eyes scanned the lines. A few seconds passed. Then he lowered it and threw aside the confession, "This is a load of crap."

Adam stayed where he was and simply leaned back in the chair. "You sure about that?"

Spencer rolled his eyes and scoffed, Of course. I’m very sure. She’s trying to cover her own ass. She’s lying. And trying to drag me down with her."

Adam smiled and picked up the papers and cocked his head wondering, "You want everyone to believe she made all that up? The money, the instructions, the names, the dates, etc?"

"She’s desperate. People say things when they’re scared. Just naming names is not enough."

"She mentioned the amount you sent her. The account it came from. She even described the pills that you seem to have given her to kill Sir Collins."

Spencer didn’t speak but frowned. Even as his face remained expressionless, his mind was working on double speed. Because, unexpectedly, Saira’s confession was indeed a load of crap. Some parts of it, like him helping her fake her death, etc were true...but the major portion of it where she confessed to being blackmailed by him and even being giving her pills to feed grandfather that she thought were not vitamins but poison. It was odd. He had never even thought of harming the old man until he knew about changing the will. And what was this about giving her pills? Why did she write things like this in the confession?

"Are you sure you want to deny everything she has written. You didn’t plan everything with her? You didn’t try to get me killed and Melanie framed for it? You didn’t plan to finish the job with Sir Collins?"

Spencer shook his head and firmly said, "I didn’t plan anything."

Adam leaned back in his chair, reached into his bag, and pulled out a small tablet. He turned on the screen and tapped through a few files.

"You didn’t plan anything?" he asked, eyes still on the screen.

Spencer crossed his arms. "That’s what I said."

Adam held up the tablet. "Then you won’t mind watching this."

He tapped play. The screen lit up with a paused video frame: a hospital corridor, dimly lit. Spencer glanced at it, trying not to show interest.

Adam hit play.

The audio kicked in first, fuzzy but clear enough. A woman’s voice. Saira’s.

"You said it wouldn’t go this far. And I would be get out safely. Now, Melanie has already taken control of Adam’s heart. Why should I work heart for this?" freёweɓnovel_com

Spencer’s own voice followed in that, "I told you what to do. You followed it. I can’t help it if you failed. Now don’t act like you’re innocent."

"You gave me the drugs. And the idea. Now you want me to... I’ve come here to take help from you and you want me to kill Adam, instead.

"At least I am willing to help you and haven’t turned you away. This is a risk for me too, going against the old man. If he discovers, I might have to kill him to save myself."

"You’re insane. You’re actually talking about killing him."

"I’m making back up plans. Now, just think well, and think if you can pull it off. I’ll make all the arrangements about getting rid of Adam and Melanie."

The video cut off there.

Adam placed the tablet down and looked at Spencer. "Still want to tell me you didn’t plan anything?"

Spencer didn’t reply. He looked at the table, then at the screen. Then back at Adam.

"Nothing in that video shows me as the culprit. It won’t stand much in court."

"But it is good proof, to give credibility to Saira’s confession. She recorded it herself. Backed it up to her cloud. Then shared it with a lawyer when she went missing. Nice of her, wasn’t it?"

Spencer said nothing as he stared at her coldly.

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