Maybe because of the food Melody made, Rosalie had a good sleep. The pain had even reduced when she woke up.

However, she learned Melody got into an accident when Byron called her.

Soon, the man returned to the villa.

He was concerned about Rosalie. “When did you stop using your car? Did you send it for maintenance?”

Only then did Rosalie remember that Melody drove her car today.

Melody was coincidentally involved in the car crash.

She believed Byron’s judgment. Carefully, she started recalling. “I haven't sent the car for service recently. The last time I drove it was last night, but the brake did feel a little weird.”

“Where do you usually park your car? Have you lent it to anyone else?” Byron asked in detail.

Since someone had tried to lay their hands on Rosalie, he would never let go of any details to find out who was behind this.

Rosalie’s schedule had been fixed and simple recently. She was either at home or at the research institute. Occasionally, she would go to the h