Chapter 887


    The door to Elder Mr. Bailey’s room was closed. Isabelle turned the handle a few times and found that


    it was unlocked. She pushed the door open and entered the room with the door wide open behind her.


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    Firstly, she went over to search the storage under the headboard, but her efforts yielded nothing. His


    room was slightlyrger than others, so she quickly scanned around and went through the items in his


    wardrobe.


    His wardrobe was huge but did not hold a lot of clothes. There was a safe attached within the wardrobe


    on the left.


    She stared at it intensely, but without the password, she dared not attempt to break into the safe


    recklessly. After staring at it for some time, she had no choice but to close the wardrobe doors and


    leave the room.


    At the same time, Elder Mr. Bailey took a seat at a bench in the backyard. At his old age, he could not


    withstand such a huge blow. However, he was much more rational than his son. He understood that


    even if he gave up his life, he would not change the reality of Dexter’s death. The only thing he could


    do was to adapt to it. Nheless, the process was a difficult one.


    He ordered the servant to leave him alone for him to enjoy some solitude. The servant did not stay too


    far away from him and chose a spot under a tree to wait.


    Soon, he took out his phone and made a call, which was picked up in no time. In a lowered voice, he


    questioned, “Have you found the person?”


    The other party sounded apologetic. “Not yet. But our men are still out there searching. Once we find


    our target, we’ll inform you right away.”


    He grunted as the sadness disappeared from his eyes in a flicker. “Those men might not be sessful


    in their search. You’d better make some early arrangements to move the inventory. I have a feeling that


    something bad is going to happen.”


    There was a pause from the other side. “Is that so? We’ve been doing this for a long time, but nothing


    has ever happened.”


    Elder Mr. Bailey let out a sigh. “Move the inventory. Better to be safe than sorry.”


    The other party agreed and promised that the process would be error-free. The promise was


    unnecessary because they gained Elder Mr. Bailey’s trust for not exposing anything over these years.


    The call was very brief, and only important points were brought up. Finally, the other party expressed


    their concern for Elder Mr. Bailey. He sighed and told them that he could survive this ordeal and that


    they shouldn’t be worried. Atst, he promised to bring Old Mr. Bailey over to familiarize with the


    operations when both of them were free.


    After the call, he stared at the sky and felt frustrated. Aside from Bailey Corporation, he was running


    other businesses concurrently.


    In his original n, those businesses were to be handed to Dexter after he turned eighteen. That n


    was down the drain now, for he could only wait until Dexter’s funeral was done before he could bring


    this up with Old Mr. Bailey.


    Sitting there, he felt a mix of upset and resentment.


    After a while, Isabelle came out to the backyard, her eyes red from crying. She sat beside him to offer


    words offort, telling him not to be sad. “There’s no point crying over spilled milk. What we need to


    do now is to take care of our health.”


    He turned to look at her with a bit of helplessness. If only Isabelle had sessfully won over John,


    everything would have been different.


    As if she didn’t understand the look in Elder Mr. Bailey’s eyes, she sighed as tears welled up in her


    eyes once more. She told him, “The hospital’s report will be out tomorrow. I’ll head over to collect it, but


    I’m so scared to know the actual cause of death. I think Dad and Mom can’t handle it; they’re already at


    their limits now.”


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