Chapter 26: Madam Kashi’s Past
Sari’s arm hung limply by his side. Watching his retreating back, Irene suddenly laughed
The laugh was stunningly beautiful, filled with intense malice.
Sari didn’t think much of his arm at first.
He had learned martial arts and graduated in police studies, so he knew how to handle simple dislocations.
It wasn’t until he got into his car and failed to fix it himself that his expression. changed.
What was going on?
Why couldn’t he get it back in place?
Cold sweat broke out on Sari’s forehead. It felt like the bones connecting his joint were broken.
He had thought it was just the pain of a dislocated joint!
“Hurry! Get to the hospital!” Sari shouted at the driver, his face pale.
At the supermarket entrance, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Madam Kashi stood there in a daze, lost in thought.
Irene, still exuding a menacing aura, made Yuna hesitant to approach. After a while, when Irene bent down to pick up the plastic bags, Yuna finally walked
over.
“Irene, don’t take it to heart. These people are just watching the drama! After all, your grandmother has lived here for so many years, everyone knows what kind of person she is!”
Another neighbor came over to help Irene pick up the items, “Yes, they’re not bad people. Irene, just reassure your grandmother not to worry.”
“I understand,” Irene said calmly.
Grandma still had to live here, so maintaining good relationships with the neighbors was crucial.
The neighbors breathed a sigh of relief.
In truth, they were a bit uneasy. They had lived together for so many years and had never heard of such things before. Seeing Madarn Kashi’s reaction,
without any denial, made them wary.
Many left, deciding to keep their distance from the Kashi family for now.
As a result, the area around the Kashi house became much quieter.
People closed their doors and gates, afraid Madam Kashi would come over to
chat.
Walter’s assistant, who had witnessed the entire scene, had a complex expression.
As Madam Kashi entered the house, he couldn’t hold back any longer and asked, “Miss Irene, is your grandmother’s surname Arnold?”
Irene turned to look at Walter.
“So, you know my grandmother?”
Her presence was so strong that Walter swallowed involuntarily, “No, no, I’ve just heard some rumors.”
Walter laughed awkwardly, trying to escape back into the house, but Irene grabbed his arm, making him unable to move.
“I’d like to know what those rumors are. Could you please tell me?”
Irene’s words sounded sincere.
If you ignored the hand gripping Walter’s arm.
“These, these aren’t official news, just hearsay. Please don’t take it to heart.” Walter cursed himself for being nosy.
Irene looked at Walter.
Walter laughed nervously, “Back in the early 20th century, detective work was very popular in A–city, and there were quite a few talented individuals. There were five famous detectives in A–city at that time, and Madam Kashi, Dora Arnold, was one of them.”
“It’s said that the Arnold family wanted Madam Kashi to return home for an
arranged marriage, but she refused. She took private detective cases. Later, somehow, she and Mr. Decker ended up on the same case.”
Water, worried that Madam Kashi might Bear, leaned closer to Irene. “Their differences were great, and in the end, the person they were investigating committed suicide, leaving a letter that was verified by the police to be
authentic
“The letter accused Madam Kashi of forcing him to admit to something he didn’t do, leading to his suicide.”
“And then?” Irene raised her eyebrows
“No newspaper reported the incident. It’s said that the Arnold family intervened to protect Madam Kashi, but the arranged marge was called off because of the bad publicity. Later, Decker joined the FBI and advocated for the abolition. of private detective legality in A–city.”
“The Arnold family’s relationship with your grandmother soured, and after marrying her off to the Kashi family, they moved abroad.”
“How old was Decker then?”
*About his teens. Your grandmother must have been in her forties. In those days, it was courageous for her to insist on not marrying.”
Irene didn’t say much, her expression calm, “Thank you. Let’s go inside.”
She exchanged a look with Stefan at the door.
It was unclear how much he had heard.
Stefan stepped aside to let Irene pass, and she nodded at him, as if nothing. had happened.
Walter, rubbing his arm, followed her inside.
She finally let go.
Harper approached Stefan silently, startling Walter.
But Walter was used to it and mumbled under his breath as he went inside.
Once inside, Harper spoke, “Boss, the invitation Miss Irene has seems to be fake.”
Harper was not only Stefan’s bodyguard but also handled Walter was away, including custom invitations.
some tasks when
Stefan lightly tapped his finger joints on the rusty stair railing, his eyes
unreadable, “Go replace the fake with the real one.”
“Yes.”
Harper noticed that Irene had tossed the invitation into her bag without even
zipping it up.
It showed how much she despised Decker.
“Who would’ve thought Miss Irene would also attend the detective
competition. Boss, you and Miss Irene are really fated.”
A trace of amusement appeared in Stefan’s eyes.
Indeed.
If not for an important business partner’s child being obsessed with detective games, and the partner wanting to host a competition to celebrate their
successful collaboration.
If not for the partner’s family being away, the venue wouldn’t have been the Mosinaghan mansion.
What a coincidence.
In the yard, Irene called out to them, “Tea is ready.”
Madam Kashi stood by a white round table covered with a clean tablecloth, with delicate teapots and teacups, and a plate of golden pumpkin cakes. Walter
was already holding a cup of tea and a piece of pumpkin cake.
Madam Kashi invited them over, “I’m sorry for the trouble.”
Stefan laughed, “Madam Kashi, your skills remind me of the treats my grandmother used to make.”
Madam Kashi smiled brightly, “If you like it, have more.”
Irene sipped her tea, “It’s quite late now. I might not be able to visit Marta at the
hospital. Could you please convey my apologies to her?”
melan nodded. “No problem. She won’t mind ”
As they spoke, Stefan had already eaten three or four pumpkin cakes, making.
Madam Kashi Isugh heartily
At that moment, Emma, who had been absent all morning, walked in.
