The Abused Luna's Comeback Novel - Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Luna’s Voice

(Rose’s P.O.V.)

I didn’t go down to the dining hall because, well, I just didn’t feel like it. Not when things were like this. I just sat on the chair in my bedroom wondering why Christie had written my name before she died. Then, there was a knock on the door. It was Jane. She had noticed that I hadn’t gone to eat, so she brought me some sandwiches that Madam Daisy had made.

I thanked her but didn’t know why she had come to stay with me until I read her mind.

‘Poor Rose. It was a good thing she hadn’t gone to dinner. Otherwise, all those blabbering servants would have made her feel worse. Hopefully, I had reprimanded them enough to make them stop spreading such silly gossip. But why did Christie write Rose’s name in blood?’

Jane must have forgotten that I could read minds. And when I read hers, I felt a little sour.

Why was I being treated this way when I didn’t do anything wrong?

And when I heard Dr. Baldwin mention those terms while he was explaining Christie’s cause of death, I became even more confused. “She couldn’t have misused it. The odds are too low. Someone must have killed her.”

Edward’s words made the room fall even more silent and I even felt a little guilty. Someone else was the killer but there was no evidence that proved my innocence either. If these weren’t people I cared about in the pack, I would have felt less self-conscious right then.

In the end, our meeting came to nothing so Edward and Patrick decided to go to the scene while I was told to stay in the castle. I knew that he was doing it for my reputation, to avoid more suspicion on me no matter how much I wanted to go to the scene.

Thus, I could simply oblige him and went back to my bedroom, feeling a little down. As I sat there, I suddenly remembered what I had overhead Christie thinking.

‘I’ll never be Luna, but I can still enjoy what she has.’

I didn’t know why this thought came to my mind but I knew it was related to the incident. I got up and started rummaging through my bedroom. I wanted to see if any of my things had been used by anyone else. But I couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary.

Just as I was about to give up, I decided to re-check my things against the items listed in my receipts from the previous shopping trip – I had kept these little pieces of paper because of how expensive the items were. Most of the items in the receipt were in my possession, except for a few pieces from a set of hyaluronic acid masks.

I tried to think if I had left them somewhere in the room and searched around but couldn’t find them anywhere.

Although Jane had taken me shopping for a bunch of cosmetics and skincare products, I’d hardly used them, except for the one Jane had opened to show me how to use it. That product came in ten bottles so there should be nine left. But there were only seven in the box.

I sat down and tried to detect any traces of a mental connection in my head.

‘Champion, can you hear me?’

‘I’m here, Luna.’

‘Please tell Edward to check Christie’s house for used hyaluronic masks.’ ‘Yes, Luna.’

Soon, my phone began to ring.

“We found a used mask in Christie’s living room trash can and an unopened bottle of hyaluronic mask in her bathroom closet. How did you know, Babe?”

“Alpha, please have Dr. Baldwin test the face mask.”

I purposely avoided Edward’s last question since I knew he would do as I said regardless. Plus, I wasn’t ready to explain myself over the phone right now.

When I ended the call, I found myself feeling much calmer. I quietly waited in the bedroom for Dr. Baldwin’s answer. I didn’t know if my guess was correct, and I didn’t know if I wanted it to be correct.

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Less than half an hour later, Edward returned to our bedroom looking a little excited.

“So, what did Dr. Baldwin find?”

“You were right! She did use the face mask, which had a large amount of Wild Mountain Green and sodium pentachlorophenol.”

We went to the bathroom as Edward put on his gloves to pick up each mask in the box. Then, he discovered that there were very small holes on three of the masks. They looked like needle holes that could have easily been missed if one did not bother to look carefully.

We looked at each other and I saw Edward’s expression turn serious with a hint of worry in his eyes.

My suspicions were confirmed. Christie had been made a scapegoat. I was the target of the poison.