His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 779

After hearing Jonathan's words, Niamh sat in the passenger seat, lost in a long, deep silence. Jonathan didn't rush to start the car. He didn't know where she wanted to go next, and he neither prodded nor pushed her. He wanted to give her all the time and freedom she needed.

Niamh noticed his thoughtfulness. In the past, being with Jonathan had been a delicate dance. She had loved him deeply, believing he loved her back, but she was always afraid he didn't love her enough, always wishing for more. Later, when she discovered he didn't love her at all, being near him was a torment of conflict and heartbreak. Even after he had tried to change, she had only felt pressure and coercion.

But now… now, things felt different. With Jonathan by her side, she felt a sense of calm, allowing her to think more clearly. Resting her chin on her hand, Niamh stared out the window, her gaze unfocused as she drifted into thought. Jonathan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a faint smile playing on his lips. He quickly looked away, afraid his intense and open gaze might disrupt her concentration.

And Niamh was concentrating. She was thinking that the patriarch had always been in poor health. That previous heart attack, while not fatal, must have been the catalyst for him to write his will. And that will… Ramona must have found out about its contents ahead of time. It was precisely because she knew what was in it that she was driven to murder.

Niamh slowly lifted her gaze. She thought about the will that had been read. At the time, she hadn't found anything particularly strange about it. It was common knowledge among the Quinns that the patriarch favored Ramona. It was also common knowledge that he disliked her, his biological granddaughter. In fact, Niamh hadn't even expected her name to appear in the will at all.

After Hayes and Carlotta adopted Ramona, the patriarch had arranged for her to join The Quinn Group, working her way up from the bottom to middle management, and then to the executive level. He rotated her through departments and brought her to every important business dinner. In every respect, Ramona was the successor he had carefully chosen and groomed. Therefore, while leaving the entire Quinn family enterprise for Ramona to manage seemed a bit rash, it hadn't been entirely outside Niamh's expectations.

However… Looking at it now, if her deductions were correct, then the will Wade had read aloud that day must have been a forgery created by Ramona. In that fake will, the only inheritance the patriarch had left her was The Quinn Group's charitable foundation. An immense curiosity began to bubble up inside Niamh. She desperately wanted to know what the patriarch's true will had said. What could have been written in it that would drive Ramona to commit murder just to change it?

"It couldn't be… that the charitable foundation was originally for Ramona, and the entire Quinn enterprise was left for me to manage, could it?" Niamh murmured to the window, feeling how ridiculous her daydream sounded. She knew perfectly well how much the patriarch had disliked, even hated her. A self-deprecating smile touched her lips as she shook her head. Finally, she pulled her gaze away from the window and looked at Jonathan.

"Figured it out?" Jonathan asked softly.