Next One Is a Babe

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Elder Mr. Bailey’s room door was locked from the inside. Isabelle knocked a few times before she heard his low voice from within. “Who is it?”

Sighing, she announced, “Grandpa, it’s me.”

It only took a while for him to unlock the door. He appeared to be in a better condition than last night and was probably the first member of the Bailey Family to accept the harsh reality.

Isabelle walked in and took out the post-mortem report, which she handed to him. He was initially confused as he received the report, but he soon understood what it was and let out a sigh. “That kid… Why did he take things too hard?”

Feeling regretful, Isabelle replied, “About Dexter… I think that we should probably hide this incident from the public.”

At the moment of speaking, Dexter’s cause of death was announced to the public as the fatal car crash. If they revealed that Dexter died of suicide, Isabelle feared that it would make the Bailey Family look bad.

Elder Mr. Bailey agreed with her suggestion and nodded. “Let’s not tell anyone then. The truth will only be shared among our family members. You’ve settled all the paperwork at the hospital, haven’t you?”

Faced with his question, she nodded. “I’ve settled that. Dexter is now placed at the morgue; the hospital asked if we want a cremation there or do we prefer to bring his body back ourselves?”

Elder Mr. Bailey gave it some consideration and concluded, “Just get a cremation out there. Don’t bring his body back. As a farewell, we’ll visit him for the one last time on the day of cremation. If we set up his coffin at home for the funeral, I’m afraid that your parents wouldn’t take it too well.”

His explanation was quite reasonable, therefore she agreed to it. “Alright then, I will take care of this.”

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a thought popped up, and she looked at Elder Mr. Bailey. “Grandpa, if you have the time, do take a walk outside. Don’t lock yourself up in the room. When I look at you now, I feel quite worried.”

He forced an unconvincing smile at her. “Don’t worry. I’ve lived a long life, and I’ve seen a lot. I can handle this.”

Isabelle sighed and turned to leave for real.

Around noon, Elder Mr. Bailey was helped by the servant to go on a stroll. Isabelle waited until he was gone before she came out of her room. Next, she hurried into his room, where she opened his wardrobe and stared at the security safe.

Earlier, she had spread a substance on the keys of the safe. With a small torchlight, she carefully pointed the source of light on the keyboard pad. Finally, she could make out a few keys, but she just needed to figure out the right combination.

She tiptoed over to the window to take a look at the garden behind the residence. She saw Elder Mr. Bailey walking around the garden with the assistance of the servant. Feeling assured, she went back and started attempting to unlock the safe.