Jacob was at the end of his rope.


    "Come with me." Rosalynn said calmly.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Bewildered, Jacob followed Rosalynn out of the vi, down a hushed path, arriving at akeside cabin. The light flickered on, revealing a firece gone cold.


    Moving to a cluttered bookshelf, Rosalynn pulled out a leather-bound journal and handed it to Jacob.


    He nced at it.


    The leather journal clearly used to have a lock, but it was smashed recently, judging by the marks.d2


    "What''s this?" Jacob didn''t take it, instead asking cautiously.


    "A diary." Rosalynn''s eyes were as cold as a winter moon, "Yvette''s diary."


    "Where did ite from?" Jacob was shocked, then quickly took it. Flipping through the diary, the pages were timeworn, some infested with bugs, others turned yellow.


    It was in much worse condition than Ayden''s diary but still readable.


    "Mike dug up Yvette''s grave." Rosalynn sat down, wrapping herself with a fine cashmere shawl gifted by Rose, "Sit down and take your time reading."


    That''s right, Rosalynn had ordered Mike to exhume Yvette''s grave.


    Efficient as always, Mike hired a couple of local toughs, and under the cover of night, they pried open Yvette''s resting ce, which rarely saw cremations. Mike reported that Yvette''s coffin was of exceptional quality. Natalie hadn''t skimped on her.


    Upon opening the coffin, Mike found not just Yvette''s bones but also a tin box.


    He retrieved the box.


    After sterilizing it, Mike followed Rosalynn''s orders to unlock the box.


    Inside, apart from a pair of rings, was a locked, thick diary that had seen many years, and other items Mike couldn''t make heads or tails of.


    Rosalynn had Mike carefullybel everything and send it to her.


    She quickly found the owners of the rings.


    Ayden and Betsy had been engaged; those rings were their wedding bands.


    The rest, Rosalynnter matched with stories from the diary.


    The cheap red stic hoop earrings belonged to a the barmaid.


    Then there was a crusty object that, at first nce, was unidentifiable - after reading the diary, it turned out to be a segment of a ring finger bone.


    Rose''s biological father''s ring finger bone.


    Jacob was flipping through the diary with rming speed.


    Not because he could read at a nce, but because he was repulsed.


    The diary''s calm malevolence was like a cold draft insisting on seeping into one''s bones.


    "Damn it!" Halfway through, Jacob mmed the diary shut and threw it to the floor.


    "She switched Ayden''s medication!" Jacob ran his fingers through his hair, fury etched on his face, "It wasn''t Ayden who killed his fiancée; Yvette was the real murderer!!"