I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
Chapter 353: The Locked Room Murder

Meredith didn't even have the courage to go to the police station to confirm the body. It seemed that as long as she didn't confirm it, Fiona might still be alive. How had things come to this between her and Fiona? Meredith looked pale, her lips colorless, and the huge emotional upheaval was affecting the baby inside her, causing a faint pain in her lower abdomen.

"Meredith, sit down, try not to think about it," Terrence Sterling said as he helped her to sit and held her close. If it weren't for Meredith, Fiona's death wouldn't have disturbed him, but it affected Meredith deeply, worrying him. Nestled in his warm embrace, Meredith couldn't stop herself from trembling, and tears silently slid down her cheeks.

It took a while for Meredith's emotions to calm slightly. Fiona had no other relatives in this world; if Meredith didn't confirm, who else would?

Later, Terrence Sterling accompanied Meredith to the police station, where they saw Fiona in the morgue. Fiona's body was stiff, her expression peaceful, showing no signs of suffering. When Meredith saw the cold, rigid body before her, she could no longer contain her emotions. She covered her mouth with both hands and sobbed uncontrollably.

Terrence Sterling quickly embraced her, burying her head in his chest to shield her from the sight. Liam Michaelson covered Fiona with a white sheet and signaled for Terrence to step outside for a talk.

Supporting Meredith, Terrence went with her to an office where Liam Michaelson offered them water and said, "According to the autopsy, Fiona died around two o'clock last night." That was right after Fiona had confessed, around the same time Joy Chaucer was also brought back for interrogation.

"What was the cause of death?" Terrence asked.

Looking at both Meredith and Terrence, Liam replied, "Poisoning, but currently there are no suspects, nor a source of the poison found. It's very strange. After I interrogated Fiona last night, she was taken back, and according to the jail staff, there was no disturbance from her cell, and surveillance has shown no suspicious persons having contact or even near Fiona's cell. It's a classic locked room murder."

During this time, Joy Chaucer was detained, removing her from suspicion, and everyone in the police station could vouch for her alibi.

Now, with neither the means nor source of the poison identified, the case baffled Liam Michaelson. Even knowing what killed Fiona and having suspects in mind meant nothing without evidence.

Meredith sat expressionlessly, listening. Suddenly, she heard a noise outside and turned her eyes towards the window where a plane was passing by. Memories of her and Fiona at the orphanage flooded her mind. They were ten years old, sitting on the roof of the orphanage watching planes. Fiona had wished to be a flight attendant. After failing to get into aviation college and lacking both background and sufficient skills, Fiona had started working right after high school. Fiona often spoke of her determination to become wealthy, to be like those successful businessmen, to write her own autobiography, and to own a company where college graduates would work for her. She would cite examples of successful people who, despite not having higher education, managed to become bosses. Fiona dreamed of such a day because she was terrified of remaining poor.

After leaving the police station, Meredith called Justin: "Fiona is dead." Her tone was light, her eyes empty.

On the other end, Justin, who was trying to convince Mrs. Thatcher to return to her hometown and dealing with a conflict with Mr. Thatcher, was shocked by the news. "Meredith, could you repeat that? What happened to Fiona?" "Fiona... she's dead," Meredith repeated mechanically, "Fiona is dead, and she's not coming back..." By the end, Meredith's voice was choked, as if a thorn was lodged in her throat, too painful to utter another word.