Chapter 455: Chapter 455: Let Me Do It
Entering Julia Lawrence’s room, Evelyn Clayton hesitated momentarily at the sight of the noticeably simple decor.
The mix of hesitation and indescribable guilt held Evelyn Clayton in place for a long time.
Rhys Jacobs noticed, stepped forward gently, and whispered in her ear, "Director Clayton, we can’t delay any longer."
It was already very late.
Evelyn Clayton lowered her gaze and walked into Julia Lawrence’s room.
There was almost nothing extra in her room, just a bed, a table, and a chair. Even the wardrobe was an old single-door cabinet made of willow, and as she approached it, she could smell the musty scent of the wood.
Compared to the living room decor, it was like two different worlds.
Evelyn Clayton glanced around discreetly and her gaze landed on the phone that had fallen under the table.
The phone’s screen was shattered, looking as if it had been thrown.
"She didn’t take her phone?" Evelyn Clayton picked it up and recognized it as the one Julia usually used.
Felicia Preston’s face showed a touch of awkwardness, "Yes, she got into a fight with me and her father earlier and accidentally broke it."
After pondering for a moment, Evelyn Clayton picked up the phone, "Julia’s mother, I’ll take this with me, if you don’t mind?"
Felicia Preston hesitated slightly, but Rhys Jacobs quickly said, "The sooner we find Julia, the sooner we can help persuade her, right?"
"Yes, yes, you’re right." Felicia Preston hurriedly replied with a smile.
With the phone in hand and nothing else found in the room, Evelyn Clayton said goodbye to Felicia Preston and David Lawrence.
David Lawrence escorted the two to the door, his fierce face showing hesitance.
Finally, David Lawrence lowered his voice and suddenly said, "If you find Julia, tell her never to come back!"
Before Evelyn Clayton and Rhys Jacobs could react, David Lawrence slammed the door shut with a bang.
The two exchanged glances.
After a long while, Rhys Jacobs returned to his senses and pressed the elevator button.
After getting out of the elevator and into the car, Yara Reagan hurriedly asked, "How did it go?"
Evelyn Clayton handed her the phone and drove out of the community, "At this point, we can only use some extraordinary measures."
"Is this... Julia’s?" Yara Reagan hesitated, "Isn’t this a bit wrong? Snooping through someone’s privacy..."
Evelyn Clayton knew it wasn’t right.
But Julia’s actions were too suspicious, and it was her foster parents who provided some help.
Otherwise, Evelyn Clayton would never have suspected Julia.
"If Julia’s okay, I’ll apologize to her after this is over; but if she’s not..."
Evelyn Clayton didn’t want to continue.
She had a sense of shared suffering with Julia.
A girl with no parents or relatives, and foster parents who relied on her like parasites, wouldn’t stop until they pushed her to the brink.
Yet at this point, the more she empathized with Julia, the more it pained her.
If something really was wrong on Julia’s side, it would be truly hard to handle...
Yara Reagan said nothing more and instead contacted a phone repair technician, delivering the phone overnight.
"It’ll be ready by sunrise at the earliest, and I still have to work overtime for this." The technician was a bit disgruntled but took the job, charging a few hundred more.
The wait was long and excruciating, so the three stayed in the car all night.
As the sky lightened, the rain seemed to lessen significantly, but the horizon remained overcast, dark, and oppressive.
The phone was fixed, and the technician had even kindly charged it.
Evelyn Clayton clenched the phone, her knuckles tightening, turning unnaturally white.
"I’ll do it," Yara Reagan silently exhaled and took the phone, powering it on.
The breathing of the three grew increasingly shallow.
Until Yara Reagan opened Julia Lawrence’s chat page, and the sound of breathing vanished completely.