Chapter 236


    J looked at Agnes, frozen, her eyes wide with rm.


    …What was Agnes doing here?!


    Had Agnes found out what she was up to already?


    “What was with that horrified face?” Agnes raised an eyebrow, “And what were you looking at?”


    Keavy’s medical record was still lying on the floor, at J’s feet.


    J took a small step back and kicked the file with her heel.


    The file slid right underneath the shelves.


    She didn’t want Agnes to know that she was tracing this lead until she could find some concrete


    proof.


    “Shouldn’t I be horrified? Last time we saw each other, you fucking tried to kill me!” J hissed,


    “What are you doing here now? Finish up your undone job?”


    “Look, J,” said Agnes, unsmiling, “We probably have a misunderstanding-”


    Before she finished, another series of heavy footsteps came into the archive room.


    Clemente came dashing in.


    He nced at J and then directed his gaze to Agnes.


    “Why didn’t you wait for me?” he said in aint kind of tone.


    Now J was truly starting to get nervous.


    She could probably take down Agnes by herself. Agnes was just a delicatedy, nothing to be


    worried about.


    But Agnes plus Clemente?


    She would have zero chance of escaping.


    “Clemente.”


    She stared at Clemente, clenching her fists behind her.


    “I thought you said that you were done with this mess. So what are you and Agnes doing here?


    Trying to betray the King’s order again?“.


    Clemente looked stunned.


    “What? No! You–You got this all wrong!”


    He took a hasty step forward.


    Seeing the tensed look on J’s face, he withdrew his feet and dragged Agnes to J’s face.


    “We are not here to hurt you! It is theplete opposite…Agnes is here to apologize,” said him


    urgently.


    …Apologize?


    For a brief moment, J thought that she had probably heard it wrong.


    It was so ridiculous that she couldn’t even believe her own ears.


    J let out a loud, sarcasticugh. “You? Want to apologize?”


    “…Yes, I do.”


    Agnes pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed it at the corner of her eyes.


    “I am so sorry J…I lost my mind that day…I didn’t know what I was doing!” she said in a broken


    voice, “I let jealousy take over my brain and sanity…I–I really hope that you can forgive me…”


    “Forgive you?!”


    J couldn’t help but raised her voice, growling, “You came into the room and tried to stab me with


    a fucking dagger! You almost caused me, my child! That is something I cannot forgive my entire


    life!”


    Agnes burst out wailing.


    She dropped to her knees, buried her face into her palms, and cried, her shoulders. shaking


    violently.


    “Then what do you want me to do?” she sobbed, pitifully. “You want me to die? Will you forgive me


    then?”


    She suddenly pulled out a dagger from her pocket and pointed it at her own chest.


    “Just say


    the word, Queen J!” she stared at J with teary eyes. “Say the word and I will kill myself,


    right here and right now, to show you how sorry I am!”


    J gritted her teeth in fume.


    ..That maniptive, cunning bitch.


    “Agnes!”


    Clemente lunged forward and grabbed Agnes’s waist, an anxious look on his face.


    “Don’t be stupid!” he snarled.


    More tears poured out of Agnes’s eyes, “Then what I am supposed to do, Clemente? Queen J


    wouldn’t forgive me. If…If she tells Westin and the elders about this, how will people think of me?


    More importantly…how will people think of Bryn? I better kill myself right now to save me from all


    those humiliations…”


    J let out a coldugh.


    Now she saw what was really going on.


    Agnes was afraid that she might tell Westin about her crime.


    So she came in here, pretended to be sorry, and hoped that she could bury what happened once


    thing for all.


    Clemente rounded one arm around Agnes’s trembling shoulder and raised his head. to look at


    J.


    There was a pleading look on his face.


    He said in a low voice, “I know that you are furious, and we are in no position to ask for your


    forgiveness…But Agnes is mentally unstable. She really has been through a lot since my brother


    passed away…”


    J snorted.


    Bullshit.


    Agnes looked perfectly normal when she raised that dagger at her screaming “DIE


    BITCH.”


    Agnes’s mental condition couldn’t be harder.


    “… You once said that you owed me one, Queen J,” said Clemente, breathing hard.


    “Remember? You said that it was your fault that I got punished by the King….So. I am begging you


    now. Please…forgive Agnes.”


    J didn’t even know whether to call Clemente kind or stupid.


    “You want to cash in my favor now? For Agnes?” she asked coldly.


    “Yes.”


    “You sure you won’t regret itter?” she sneered,


    Clemente shook his head with a firm look, “No I won’t. Agnes is my family. She is my


    responsibility.”


    “Funny. I see.”


    J crossed her arms and directed a searching look upon Agnes.


    Agnes was still sobbing into her palms. But she was also peeking at J’s reaction. through her


    fingers.


    J could tell that Agnes was on edge.


    She pondered for a few moments and raised her chin, “…Fine.”


    Clemente widened his eyes with joy.


    Agnes snapped her head up, exhrated, “Really?!”


    “Yes,” said J, unsmiling, “As long as you promise to leave me and Westin alone.”


    “Yes. Yes. I swear! You are the Queen now. You and Westin have a mate bond. I will not dare to


    bother you two again!” Agnes grinned through tears. “Thank you so much, Queen J, for your


    forgiveness. You are a very nice person.”


    “You are wee,” J chuckled.


    Forgiveness?


    Forgiveness her ass!


    What this wicked bitch did was beyond forgiveness.


    J wanted her to rot in hell.


    Yet J didn’t have any hard proof to crucify Agnes. She could only pretend to forgive Agnes,


    lower her guard, and then carry on with her investigation.


    And when she had enough evidence to prove Agnes guilty…


    J stared at Agnes’s gleeful face and let out a coldugh internally.


    That would be the day Agnes went straight to hell.


    “Now will you leave me alone?” J waved her hand idly, “The head nurse told me that I could


    find some good maternal books in here. I haven’t finished with my research vet.”


    “May I help? My queen?” Agnes asked eagerly.


    “Oh, I can’t bother ady.”


    J chuckled and looked over to Clemente, “Clemente, if you are not too busy at the moment, can


    you help me? Some of the books are on the top shelf. I can’t reach


    them.”


    “Of course,” Westin agreed without hesitation.


    Agnes curtseyed to J and then left the archive room.


    “Where is the book that you were looking for?” Clemente asked, “It is too dusty down here. Why


    don’t you head upstairs first, and I will gather all the books you want and brighten them in your room


    later?”


    “Forget about the books,” said J icily.


    That was simply an excuse to get rid of Agnes so that the two of them could talk


    alone.


    J got on her knees and retrieved Keavy’s medical record from underneath the shelves.


    “Look at this,” she handed it to Clemente.


    He took the file, perplexed, and opened it up.


    “This is…my brother’s file?” he asked, looking stunned. “Wait. You were here to look. for my


    brother’s file? Why?”


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    J pointed at the symptoms, “Look here.”


    ‘Red eyeballs after death.‘


    Clemente read out the part that J pointed at and frowned, “Yeah, I remember that. The doctors


    said that it is a result of Keavy’s allergy-”


    “What kind of allergy caused people’s eyeballs to turn red?!” J snapped.


    She lowered her voice and whispered, “…And earlier today, I found a simr symptom in Elder


    Randy as well.”


    Clemente looked as though he had just been struck by thunder.


    “But–But Elder Randy was poisoned!” he stuttered.


    “Exactly.” J stared at him, “Now you see where I am going with this?”


    Clemente shivered.


    He clenched onto the brittle cover of the file and shook his head hastily, “No. No. Impossible! My


    brother died of an allergy. The doctors confirmed that…”


    “The doctor could be wrong…Now, tell me what happened on the day that Keavy died?”


    Clemente took in a deep breath to calm himself down.


    Slowly, he spoke up in a low voice:


    “…It was a night…almost 5 years ago. Agnes was pregnant with Bryn at the time and she went to


    her parents to collect some of her sister’s hand–me–down. She called. me and asked me to keep


    Keavypany and have dinner with him. I was about to head home when an emergent patrol duty


    came up…A girl was attacked by bears.


    near my patrol point. So I headed over immediately but that turned out to be a false alert. And when


    I got home, Keavy was already on the floor with a takeout box. dropped at his feet…died…”


    His voice broke.


    J patted his shoulder, “Agnes wasn’t at home when you came back?”


    “No! She was still with her parents. Keavy was at home alone, all night long. We even checked the


    security camera at the front door. Nobody stopped by except for the delivery guy…”


    He jerked his head up and looked at J, anxiously, “You see? Nobody except for Keavy was in


    that house that night. No one had the chance to poison him!”


    “One doesn’t need to be in the scene to poison somebody,” J shook her head. “I have a wild


    guess. But can I trust you with this, Clemente?”


    “Of course!” Clemente growled, “God…This is about my brother’s death for Christ’s sake…Just tell


    me…


    “I think it is Agnes,” said J coolly.