ushernet Chapter 211 Was the mysterious woman really Betty? Part1
Chapter 211 Was the mysterious woman really Betty? Part1
"Honey, why are you sneaking peeks at me?" Betty asked with a laugh as we sat down for dinner.
Her question echoed in my mind, filled with doubts that had been swirling around all day.
I couldn't find any fault in her demeanor, no hint of deceit.
Was I just being paranoid?
"I just can't help admiring how beautiful you are," I replied, setting down my utensils and offering a smile to smooth over the tension.
"If you think I'm pretty, just look openly, no need for sneaking around," she teased, adding more food to my plate.
Observing her wise and caring nature, I struggled to believe she could be involved in anything dubious.
Perhaps it was all just a series of coincidences.
Maybe I was taking things too seriously.
That night, as I lay beside Betty, her gentle breathing against my shoulder, I was tormented with indecision.
Should I drop my suspicions or dig deeper?
I considered visiting Betty's school to check her attendance and see if she had left during class hours.
But what excuse could I give for such inquiries?
Betty would surely find out.
I thought about surveilling the small house she frequented, but time was not on my side.
I missed Luna, my old friend who could have helped with this.
I'd rather expose the issue and have Luna's people look into it.
Betty's steady breathing was the only sound in the dark, yet sleep eluded me.
What should I do?
This question haunted me until the morning light.
After a sleepless night and breakfast under the weight of dark circles, I arrived at work.
By afternoon, I had made up my mind.
I couldn't live with the uncertainty any longer.
I lied to my boss for the first time, requesting a week off with a fabricated story.
The guilt weighed heavily on me as he approved my leave.
I needed to find the truth.
I lied to Betty too, telling her I had a business trip out of town for a week.
She suspected nothing, accustomed to my frequent travels.
With only a week, I had to act fast.
If that person was Michael, I wouldn't catch anything substantial.
As the saying goes, "Catch the thief with the loot, catch the cheater in the act."
I forced myself to breathe evenly, listening intently at the door but heard nothing.
I forced myself back to the car, feeling numb all over.
That's when I remembered the USB-like device Luna left me, which could monitor my home.
But I had left it in my office, and now on leave, how could I justify going back there?
If I had that device, I could monitor both the small courtyard and my home without being in this mess.
Leaning on the steering wheel, I took deep breaths and tried to think clearly.
It seemed I wouldn't achieve anything today.
I needed a detailed and thorough plan, not this blind running around that only left me exhausted without any results.
I drove back to the bungalow area, stopped at a noodle shop on the outskirts of the city, and devoured a large bowl of noodles.
First things first, I needed to fill my stomach.
On the outskirts of the bungalow area, I stocked up on a large amount of food and water, splitting it between the house and my car, preparing for surveillance from both locations.
When I returned to my rental, I glanced at the small courtyard's gate and noticed the lock was gone.
This perked me up immediately.
It seemed the owner of the house had returned during my absence.
I rushed upstairs to swap out the memory card and plugged the old one into my laptop.
The video started playing.
Would there be anything this time?
As the footage rolled, I saw a black Honda Accord pull up to the gate about an hour after I left.
I hadn't managed to follow him at my apartment complex, but it seemed he had come straight here.
The man, dressed in tight clothes, hurriedly opened the gate, drove the car in, and then quickly shut the gate.
The whole process was rushed and secretive.
This confirmed a few things for me.
First, the Accord definitely belonged to the owner of the small house.
Second, based on the timing, the car had come directly here from my apartment complex.
And third, there was only one person in the car, that man.
Was the mysterious woman really Betty?
Everything seemed to point towards her, but there were still pieces of the puzzle missing.