Chapter 904


    He looked at her from the corner of his eyes and lowered his voice as he said, “Nothing at the moment. Did you find out about something?”


    Isabelle could note up with a reply because it was not true that she had found any clues. Previously, she had only overheard some


    conversation between her grandpa and her dad, and she did not hold any substantive evidence aside from that. So, she only shook her head at


    John’s question. He gave it some thought before asking, “Does your family have a side business?”


    She blinked at him. “I don’t know about that.” What she said was true. However, in her vague recollection of the conversation between her


    grandpa and her dad, they seemed to be talking about another business other than their currentpany.


    That day, Elder Mr. Bailey did not make things very clear and Isabelle could only retrieve fragments of things from the conversation, which


    was unhelpful to piece the puzzle. Therefore, she was put on the spot when John asked her about it.


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    He looked around them and lowered his voice further. “Since you gave me a reminder, I will return your favor by being upfront with you.


    Your family seems to be running a shadow bank that dishes out microloans. It feels suspicious.”


    She immediately furrowed her brows. “Suspicious?”


    John could not tell her more than that. Due to his status as a business partner, he could only release limited information to alert Isabelle.


    On the other side, Old Mr. Bailey was still crying uncontrobly with his face covered.


    Isabelle had no choice but to hurry over andfort him. There were a lot of deceased who underwent cremation at the same time. When the


    Baileys stood there and witnessed the other families crying their hearts out, they finally had a taste of the mundaneness of death. Every day,


    there were many people who crossed the bridge to the afterlife, and with that, their families suffered with grief. Half an hourter, Dexter’s


    ashes were sent out from the crematorium. What was left of him was nothing more than bone fragments. The Baileys had purchased an urn,


    which they ced his ashes in and wrapped it up nicely. As Dexter’s parents were heartbroken, they were in no condition to proceed to the


    funeral home. Therefore, the task of sending Dexter’s ashes to the funeral home fell onto Isabelle’s shoulders. John volunteered to drive her


    there. “I’ll drive you there. You don’t look like you can drive.” She nodded gratefully at his offer. “Thank you.” The group left the hospital


    and Isabelle went into John’s car. They soon drove out of the area. During the trip, Isabelle continued asking John about the topic. “You


    mentioned that our family has been running a shadow bank. Where is it located?” Instead of answering her, he asked another question. “Do


    you really not know about what your dad or your grandpa did in secret?” She gave it some careful consideration and answered, “I have a gut


    feeling, but I have no way to prove my guess.” It was surprising enough that Isabelle willingly shared her inner thoughts with John, so he said,


    “Okay.


    I trust that you really don’t have an idea.” She hugged Dexter’s urn and gently said, “Ever since Dexter left us, I have been carefully


    examining our family. I feel that our way of life, or perhaps the dynamics of ourmunication, is extremely toxic.” Then, she sighed and


    lowered her voice. “Sometimes, I really feel that it’s not easy for me to survive until today. Perhaps I should feel thankful that I was born a


    girl. If I were a boy, I probably would have ended up with a fate like Dexter’s.” It was true that Old Mr. Bailey had been putting restrictions on


    Dexter and forcing things on him. Since young, Dexter did not have much personal time for himself. His hobbies and everything he did in his


    life wereid out based on his dad’s n. In the past, Elder Mr. Bailey also actively participated in interfering with Dexter’s life. Step by step,


    the two men of the Bailey Family tried to mould Dexter based on their preferences. The thought made Isabelle tear up once more. “My poor


    Dexter. If only I had noticed the signs earlier, he would not have ended up dead.” .