Once confirmed, the police immediately began searching for the suspect.
After the student was arrested, the police informed me, and Maria went to the station to handle the matter.
At first, the student denied sending the package.
But being young and inexperienced, she was quickly exposed by the experienced officers and eventually confessed.
She admitted she did it because she was a die-hard fan of Isabella and couldn't stand seeing her "bullied" under my management.
I asked a lawyer from the company's legal department to handle the matter.
After Maria returned from the police station, I asked,
"Did she say how she found out where I live?"
"It seems her father works as a cleaner in this neighborhood."
"Inform the security company and have him reassigned," I said.
Having him remain here could become a potential safety risk.
"Alright. I'll talk to the security company."
After Maria left, I sat alone in the quiet room.
A chilling thought suddenly crossed my mind.
What if the package had contained something far more dangerous?
Something that could hurt me…
Or my baby?
Was this the price I had to pay for loving Alexander?
I sat there in a daze,At times like this, when I felt unbearably lonely, the only person I could think about was my dad. I never really knew my mom, but I knew how much she loved us.
My dad was a journalist. We once had a happy family. We weren't rich, but we were content. Every morning, he would drop me off at school before heading to work, and whenever I returned home, my mom would be in the kitchen cooking our favorite meals.
When I was five, my mom became seriously ill and eventually passed away. My dad and I grieved deeply, but with time we learned to live with just the two of us.
Even though my dad Johann Sinclair, was only a local journalist, he was well known for his investigations and for exposing corruption in Valeridge City. One day he had the opportunity to interview Rosaline Blackwood and her husband, Sebastian Blackwood. After that interview, they somehow formed a close bond. Sometimes my dad would even bring me along when he visited them.
Grandpa Sebastian was very kind to us. He treated my father like a son, especially since most of his own children rarely visited, except for Alexander's father, who was the eldest.
A few years later, Alexander's parents died in a car accident. It was a devastating blow to the Blackwood family. Not long after, Grandpa Sebastian's health worsened and he passed away when I was thirteen.
Grandma Rosaline was deeply traumatized and shut herself away from everyone. Her other children came to see her, but their relationship with her wasn't strong, so they eventually left. My dad was the one who stayed by her side and helped her slowly open up again. With no one else to lead the company, she eventually stepped in despite her age. She buried herself in work, and my dad became one of the few people she truly trusted.
Then, when I was seventeen, the accident happened.
My dad was driving me to the library on his way to work when another car suddenly crashed into us. In that moment, my dad used his body to shield me.
He died instantly.
The other driver escaped, and the car wasn't registered. Grandma ordered a thorough investigation, but nothing was ever found. The only lead was that my dad had been investigating several government officials and companies involved in corruption.
Eventually, the investigation was abandoned due to lack of progress.
That was when Grandma took me in, and over time we found comfort in each other.
When I first moved into the Blackwood mansion, I never imagined that one day I would become Alexander's wife.
Yet here we are—two years into a marriage that is now about to end in divorce.And the only thing I crave for is that simple life full of love and caring.