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Cory remained silent.

After a moment, he spoke, "Mom and Dad are gonna live to a ripe old age. By then, we'll all be gray and old."

Rosalynn was caught off guard by such a remark from her son. She hugged him tighter and whispered, "That's right, sweetheart."

After tucking Cory in and dimming the bedroom lights, Rosalynn settled into the cozy armchair by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Penn had texted her half an hour earlier.

He sent pictures of the medication Ayden had been taking, showing several bottles.d1

Except for one amber-colored bottle, the rest were white and about the same size as the ones Brisa had been handling in the video.

This further confirmed Rosalynn's suspicions.

Brisa must have stumbled upon some clue back in the day, but wasn't certain about it, so she didn't tell anyone about it. As she grew older and her mind got hazy, that small obsession must've surfaced from her subconscious.

But wait... That's not right, Rosalynn thought. Was it something about the medication Ayden was taking that was off, or was it something else?

As she pondered, her phone buzzed twice with a WhatsApp notification.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Exiting the chat with Penn, she saw two unread messages from Jameson.

Rosalynn initially thought there was some urgent matter at the funeral home, but upon opening the message, she read...

[Ma'am, I was just going through the photo album, and came across a video clip. Maybe it could help with what you're investigating.]

Jameson had been reminiscing about his great-grandmother and was browsing through videos of her when this particular clip caught his attention. The content of the conversation raised his suspicions, prompting him to immediately send the video to Rosalynn.

She clicked on the video.

It was the same setting as the one Jameson's dad had shown her, only the sunlight was better.

Brisa was still sitting in her rocking chair, puzzling over a medication bottle in her hand.

Jameson asked her, "Great-grandma, you've been fiddling with that bottle for three days. How about we find something else to do?"

"No!" Brisa suddenly snapped sternly, "Dr. Lange said to take the medication properly!"

Coincidentally, the doctor Brisa had always seen was named Dr. Lange. So Jameson didn't suspect anything and suggested, "Alright, alright, we won't switch. We'll do as Dr. Lange says... But grandma, you keep saying something's not right. What's not right?"

Brisa looked lost for a moment, her gaze returning to the bottle in her palm.

"Yeah, what's not right?"

After a pause, she murmured, "Shouldn't be so many left, after 11 days... shouldn't be so many..."

Then someone called out for Jameson from outside, and the video ended.

Rosalynn's heart raced. She immediately called Penn.

"Can you check Ayden's medication history before the incident? Was there a new bottle that he started and took for 11 days?"

Penn, who had been reviewing Ayden's medical records, immediately checked the medication details.

Though the meds were taken at home, Betsy had kept meticulous records.

Penn saw it clearly.

"There are two medications that were started and taken for 11 days. How did you know?"