Chapter 102

Mirabelle’s POV

I stared at the phone in my hand, my heart hammering against my ribcage. The number on the screen wasn’t saved, but I recognized it; it was the private investigator I had hired after my conversation with Grandpa Ed.

For some weird reason, I was scared to pick up the call. It has been twenty-four hours since I got his number and explained the situation to him, and he told me that the next time he called me, he would have an answer. That time was now, and I was scared as fuck.

I really shouldn’t be scared because this information was important to me; it would help me know the people around me because I just had that feeling that somebody close to me was behind the whole rumor that had been going on about me.

The wine I took from earlier churned uncomfortably in my tummy.

I took a deep breath and answered.

Well, here goes nothing. I thought as I placed the phone to my ear.

“Hello.”

“Mrs Sylvester?” He asked in a dee