The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 1097

Chapter 1097

Chapter 1097

“He must be feeling upset that his friend has left. He should return to his room in a few days once his

mood is more stable,” Lillian said.

“Probably.”

While they were speaking, the shriek of one of the housekeepers was suddenly heard from the second

floor.

Lillian turned her head in the direction of the noise and yelled, “What’s going on?”

The housekeeper answered, “I have no idea when a small hole was made in the wall behind this vase.”

Lillian and Rosalie exchanged glances and went up the stairs to where the small hole was located,

according to the housekeeper.

It seemed to be a result of being shot by something. The hole had only been discovered as it had

previously been strategically hidden by the plants inside a large vase that used to be placed in front of

it.

Rosalie squatted down and inspected the plant. She noticed a hole on one of its leaves that was

identical to the one on the wall

“What’s going on?” Lillian queried. “How could there be such a hole? Who was the one responsible for

cleaning up the place?”

“It’s me. However, I typically only wipe the vase and move it away once every two weeks to thoroughly

clean the dust and grime close to the wall,” the housekeeper hurriedly responded. “The hole wasn’t

here last time.”

Rosalie regarded the hole suspiciously. After a moment, she said to Lillian, “Lillian, please ask

someone to call the police. I think we may need the police to come over.”

“What? The police?” Lillian was startled and did as she was told.

The police arrived and extracted an air gun bullet stuck in the wall from the scene. While taking such a

bullet wasn’t mortal, it could still cause wounding.

One could even end up disabled for life if it landed in a vital spot.

Lillian’s body trembled, and her face was drained of its color. “How could there be such a bullet? Who

was the one behind it? If someone had passed by and happened to get shot, wouldn’t it…”

A thought abruptly occurred to Lillian at that moment, and she turned to face Rosalie.

Rosalie reflected the same look on her face as she gazed at Lillian. “Did Felix push Aiden away

because of the sound of the air gun being fired that day?”

“It’s highly possible. Perhaps Aiden didn’t hear it but Felix did,” Lillian hypothesized.

Rosalie deeply inhaled and told the police, “I hope the police can conduct an experiment here for us to

determine when the bullet appeared in this house. This might be more helpful for the authorities to

apprehend the culprit.”

If the result of the experiment turned out as she expected, then all of them would have misunderstood

Felix.

Felix had saved Aiden instead of harming him.

Rosalie’s heart couldn’t help but ache at the thought of Felix being wronged and the injustice he’d

suffered.

She thought, “He’s only a five-year-old child and still so young…”

Lillian naturally understood what her friend was thinking from the self-accusatory look on her face.

“Well, it would be great if we managed to clear Felix’s name. Stop blaming yourself, as you’ve

constantly searched for evidence to prove his innocence and should rejoice now that we have it. I’m

sure he hasn’t squandered your trust in him.”

“You’re right. I should rejoice now that Felix is likely innocent and didn’t push Aiden,” Rosalie

murmured.

The experiment results from the police were soon out, with Aiden cooperating with them throughout the

process. The conclusion was that Aiden had indeed not heard the air gun shot when it was fired.

However, a child with sharp hearing could have heard it.

The position where Aiden had stood made him a target according to where the bullet had been found

and its angle. While Felix’s shove moved him to safety, Aiden had fallen down the stairs as he’d

instinctively dodged.

The experiment had effectively proven Felix was in the clear.

Aiden’s face was guilt-ridden. “I’m sorry, Rosalie. It’s my fault for not hearing the noise, which made

everyone misunderstand Felix. I’m going to apologize to him. I might still be in the hospital if not for

him.”

“You shouldn’t say that. This is merely a series of mishaps that are out of our control,” Rosalie assured

him. Case in point was the noise, having Jen and Guillermo as eyewitnesses, and the discovery of the

bullet several days after.

All of the coincidences above had caused everyone’s misunderstanding

“Besides, Felix is no longer in the Youngblood residence. He and his daddy have gone back to

Lommore. I’m afraid you won’t see him anytime soon,” Rosalie added.

Aiden was stunned, and he looked crestfallen. “Well… I’ll apologize to him personally once I see him.

Also…thank you!” Aiden voiced out seriously.

Amelia was also profusely apologetic. “I’m sorry for misunderstanding Felix as well. He is a good boy.

Aiden and I are hugely indebted to him.”

“That’s enough, Amelia. Don’t overthink it. I will take time off to see Felix in a few days to convey

everything. Like you said, he’s a good boy and will understand where you’re coming from.”

Rosalie’s gaze was trained on her son and daughter standing before her that night as she declared

sternly, “Mommy has gotten to the bottom of Felix’s incident. He didn’t push Aiden down the stairs but

shoved him away when he heard a shot fired from an air gun. Both of you happened to chance upon

the scene, which caused the misunderstanding.”

Rosalie also revealed the result of the police experiment to them both.

Jennifer’s eyes widened at that, delight dawning across her features. “Does this mean that Felix was

saving Aiden and wasn’t thinking of pushing him down the stairs?”

“That’s right. All of us had misunderstood him back then,” Rosalie confirmed.

“What a relief that Felix hadn’t misbehaved!” Alas, her expression fell the next second when Jennifer

suddenly recalled how she’d accused him of being a naughty child who lied and swore never to be

friends with him again.

“Felix had insisted that he wasn’t thinking of pushing Aiden downstairs. I… I even labeled him a

naughty child who lied, saying I hated him and didn’t want to be friends anymore. He must hate me

now and wouldn’t want to be friends with me. That’s why he left with his father!” Jennifer was on the

verge of sobbing.

She was drowning in regret right then. “Why didn’t I believe in Felix when he’s my best friend?”

Tears rolled down Jennifer’s face when she remembered how she’d been a bystander when Felix was

being scolded by the housekeeper and children, including getting injuries all over his body from his

thrashing, which she’d caused.