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Chapter 933: What Is Your Plan?

The evening air was heavy with the promise of rain. The sky, painted with streaks of orange and purple, seemed to mirror the turmoil inside him.

Shawn slid into the driver\'s seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to process everything he had just learned.

He wished he could unsee the scars on Mia\'s back, but unfortunately, the image was seared into his memory, a haunting reminder of the cruelty that had taken place.

He couldn\'t believe that Henry had done something like that. How could he have done something so beastly to his own wife? Shawn mused.

He wondered if Henry had been driven to such extreme measures because of some unknown pressure or if it was simply the result of a twisted personality. Whatever the case, Shawn was determined to get to the bottom of it.

His thoughts drifted to what Mia had said about Diana and Henry, and his brows pulled together in a frown.

Something about Diana didn\'t sit right with him. Perhaps it was her eyes or her body language, but something about her set off his mental alarm.

Starting the engine, Shawn drove aimlessly for a while, his mind racing. He couldn\'t shake the feeling that there was more to the story than what everyone had told him.

The details about Diana gnawed at him. Who was this woman who had managed to not only seduce his brother but also turn his life upside down?

And why had Henry bought an abandoned asylum? Had he really planned on locking his wife up there? And then what? What exactly had been his plan?

And how did Vanessa so conveniently escape with the help of a stranger? He doubted she had reported the near-kidnap to the police. Why did she seem so comfortable and relaxed?

The pieces didn\'t fit together, and Shawn\'s instincts told him that there was something more sinister at play.

He needed answers, and there was only one place he could think of to start digging for the truth. Shawn made a sharp turn and headed toward Henry\'s house. If there were any clues to be found, they would be there.

The drive to Henry\'s residence was uneventful, but Shawn\'s mind was anything but calm. He replayed the conversation with Mia over and over, dissecting every word, every expression.

After driving for a while, he parked by the roadside and took out his phone. He made a quick call to his source in the police, asking them to look into Diana Locke.

If she had a criminal history, he wanted to know it. He wanted to know anything about her that might tell him whether or not she was being genuine.

After making the call, he called the Rosewood family doctor next, asking him to meet him at Henry\'s place immediately.

Satisfied, he resumed driving and continued to Henry\'s house. The moment Shawn arrived at Henry\'s house, he rang the doorbell, his impatience barely contained.

Margaret opened the door and greeted him politely as she stepped aside and let him in.

"Where is Diana?" he asked as he turned to look at Margaret after he walked in.

"She\'s in her bedroom. I will go get her..."

"Wait. Before you get her, I have some questions for you," he said, and Margaret\'s eyes widened slightly.

"Me?" she asked, wondering what Shawn could possibly want to ask her.

"Yes. Lead the way to the study," Shawn ordered calmly, and Margaret led him to Henry\'s study.

Inside, Shawn sat down behind the desk and gestured for Margaret to do the same. "You\'ve been working here for over three years now, am I right?" he asked, and she nodded as she perched uncomfortably on the chair opposite him.

"Yes, sir."

"That means you know when Diana moved in?" he asked, and once again, she nodded. "Yes, sir."

"What can you tell me about her and her relationship with my brother?" he asked, and Margaret paused for a bit.

"They are very close. Mr. Rosewood cares about her very much," she said, and he looked at her for a moment, wondering if she was reciting something she had been asked to say or if this was the truth.

"What do you think about her personally?" he asked, and Margaret\'s brows pulled together.

"I don\'t think anything about her," she said, not willing to speak ill of Diana and get herself in trouble. Her job was important to her, and she didn\'t want to lose it by falling into any

traps.

"Do you think she cares about my brother?" Shawn asked, and Margaret resisted the urge to scoff.

"She worships the ground he walks on. She calls him her lord," Margaret said since that was the truth she knew.

"Her lord?" Shawn asked, watching Margaret closely, and Margaret nodded.

Something about the way her lips curled when she talked about Diana gave Shawn the impression that she didn\'t like Diana much.

"And Vanessa? What do you think about her?" he asked and watched as her eyes softened.

"I wish she didn\'t have to leave. She is always so calm and polite," Margaret said, not wanting

to add that she wished Diana had left instead of Mia.

"I suppose you like her more than Diana," Shawn observed.

"She\'s the real madam of the house, sir. It\'s only natural that I like her more," Margaret said, and Shawn nodded in agreement.

"Do the others feel the same way? I mean the domestic staff?" he asked curiously, wanting to know if perhaps Diana had her own person in the house too.

Margaret shrugged. "Mika feels the same way. I don\'t know about Josh. He is new here, so I guess he is indifferent," Margaret said, and Shawn nodded thoughtfully.

"Who is Josh? When did he start working here?" he asked curiously.

"He\'s the new chef. He resumed some weeks ago," Margaret said, and Shawn raised a brow.

"What happened to the last chef?"

"Madam Diana fired him. After he worked here for all these years, she just..." Margaret caught herself, realizing she was expressing herself too openly.

Shawn flashed her a small smile. "It\'s okay. It\'s only natural that you\'re displeased that the chef was fired. So, this new chef, is he from the agency? How does he interact with Diana?"

Shawn asked, and Margaret shook her head.

"He is from the agency, but I\'ve never seen them talking aside from when she comes into the

kitchen to say what she wants," Margaret said, and Shawn sighed.

"Alright. You can leave now. Thanks for your time," he said, and she rose.

"Should I get Madam Diana?" she asked, but Shawn shook his head.

"Not yet. I\'ll call you when I need her. Thanks. Also, I\'m expecting someone. Let me know when he gets here," he said dismissively, and she gave him a nod before she walked away.

After she walked away, Shawn opened Henry\'s drawers to see if he would find anything that would help him understand the situation, and just as he was about to give up when he didn\'t see anything useful, something fell off one of the manila folders.

He bent down to pick it up, and he raised a brow when he saw it was a plastic bag containing some tablets. Shawn\'s heart skipped a beat. He had a bad feeling about this.

He carefully set the bag on the desk, his mind racing with possibilities. Growing up he had experimented with his fair share of drugs to know what it was.

What he couldn\'t understand, however, was what it was doing in Henry\'s drawer. He knew without a doubt that Henry was allergic to morphine.

He remembered clearly how Henry had reacted to it and had almost died when he was given a shot of it for pain in his teenage years after an accident.

He opened the drawers again and ransacked them thoroughly, taking out all of the files in

them.

He paused when he suddenly remembered what the doctor at the hospital had said about Henry looking like he had an allergic reaction to something.

Thinking of this, he came to two conclusions. It was either Henry was trying to commit suicide, or someone had tried to murder him and make it seem like a suicide attempt.

He highly doubted that Henry had attempted suicide. There were better ways for a successful man like Henry to take his life than to die with his breath reeking of alcohol and drugs in his blood. Henry would never do that to the family.

That left him with the other option. Someone had tried to kill him and had planted the morphine here to make it seem like he was a user of hard drugs.

Or was the plan not to kill him? Shawn mused. And the next important question now was who

could have planted the drugs. He believed it was Diana. It was either her or the new person in

the house.

While he was still thinking, his phone rang, and he received the call when he saw it was his

source the police.

"What have you got?" he asked impatiently.

"Diana Locke is a medical doctor. She quit her job sometime two years ago. She has no

criminal records," he said, and Shawn nodded.

"Alright. Thanks," he said before hanging up.

She was a medical doctor, Shawn mused. He glanced at his phone when it rang again, and he

received the call to hear the doctor confirm what he knew already. There were traces of drugs

in Henry\'s blood.

Once he hung up the call, he glanced at the desktop and contemplated looking through it, but The decided it was best to talk to Diana again first.

Whatever she said now would determine his next course of action.

Taking the drug, he rose and headed for the door, and just as he opened it, Diana, who was

about to leave for the hospital intending to claim a miscarriage, froze when she saw him.

"Mr. Rosewood," she stammered, her eyes wide with surprise. Why did no one tell her he was

back?

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked when he saw the way she was dressed and her handbag

in her hand.

"I was going to the hospital. I\'m not feeling too well," she said and Shawn looked at her for a

moment.

"Let\'s talk before you leave," he said, stepping inside the living room with an air of authority. Diana reluctantly followed him, and he gestured to the couch, "Sit down, Diana," Shawn

commanded.

Diana\'s heart pounded as she perched nervously on the edge of a chair, willing herself to stay

calm. She didn\'t mind getting caught. She had resigned herself to that from the moment she embarked on this.

What she feared, however, was not being able to do to Henry as she pleased. She knew his

body was paralyzed for life and he would never be able to move again, but she still wanted to

ruin everything he had built and worked for. Everything that he had treated people like an animal in order to acquire.

Shawn remained calm, his gaze fixed on her, unyielding and cold.

"How much do you know about Henry?" Shawn began, his voice deceptively calm.

Diana\'s eyes flickered with uncertainty. "I know as much as he tells me."

"As much as he tells you," Shawn repeated, watching her closely, "Has he been doing drugs?"

Shawn asked, holding out the tablet.

Diana looked away, her fingers stilling. "I don\'t know."

"Answer me honestly," Shawn pressed. "It\'s vital for his treatment."

Diana\'s voice was a whisper. "I\'m not sure I should be telling you this about your brother, but

I caught him once in his study taking that," Diana said without meeting his gaze.

"Are you sure about that Diana? What was he like after taking it?" Shawn pressed. Diana shook her head, "It\'s really nothing. He promised me it was a one-time thing and he

only took it \'cause he was stressed."

A smirk tugged at the corner of Shawn\'s mouth. He knew it. He was seldom wrong about

people. From the moment he walked in and saw her, he had known there was something fishy

about it.

"What is your plan, Diana?"

She looked up, confused. "I don\'t understand."

"Henry might not have mentioned it to you, but he is allergic to opioids, and I\'m sure as a

medical doctor you\'re aware that morphine is an opioid, so you couldn\'t possibly have seen him taking it and not known," Shawn said, and Diana\'s heart skipped a beat. Henry was allergic to Opioids? And Shawn knew she was a doctor? Did he look into her? Why

was he showing so much interest in her and in the case when Henry had said his family usually ignored him?

"I know you\'re not who you claim to be," Shawn continued, his eyes boring into hers. "I want to go easy on you, so tell me exactly what\'s going on."

Diana could feel her facade crumbling. Shawn\'s presence was overwhelming and his accusations were slicing through her defenses. She knew she was walking a thin line, and one

wrong step could unravel everything she had worked for.

In the shadows, Jeff, who had been eavesdropping, quickly dialed Tom\'s number. His voice was urgent as he whispered, "It seems like Diana has been caught. Henry\'s brother is questioning her."