His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 778

"A guy this handsome… you could have some fun with him. Sleep with him and then dump him, what's the harm!" Does she think I'm some kind of player? Niamh thought.

"Ma'am, there's something I wanted to ask you," Niamh said, quickly changing the subject before the owner could spend the rest of the day dissecting her love life. "Of course, ask away!" The owner beamed at her. Niamh glanced toward the display case and said casually, "You don't seem to have any chocolate cake. I was hoping to try something different today."

"Oh, dear, you must have a lot on your mind! I told you when you used to come here—this may be a Betty's Bakery franchise, but I have a severe chocolate allergy. Just touching it makes my skin crawl. Since I'm the only one who bakes here, I sell everything but chocolate cake." "Oh, right, I remember now. It's just been so long!" Niamh replied, feigning a sudden moment of realization. Beside her, Jonathan's expression darkened. He finally understood why Niamh had insisted on coming to this specific shop.

In the end, besides the three mango mousse cakes, the owner also recommended some yogurt melts that were safe for a one-year-old. Jonathan bought a variety of flavors for Marlin. He also picked up a box of classic almond biscuits to give to Hayes and Carlotta. Although Niamh hadn't officially accepted Hayes and Carlotta as her parents, Jonathan knew she wasn't heartless. As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water. Perhaps one day, Niamh would return to the Quinn family. If that happened, it certainly wouldn't hurt for him to have made a good impression on Hayes and Carlotta.

Niamh could see that Jonathan was making a conscious effort to win over everyone in her life: yogurt melts for Marlin, almond biscuits for Hayes and Carlotta, and mango mousse cake for her. "So, when we get back, we'll all have our treats. What about you? What will you eat?" Niamh asked him. Jonathan smiled. "When it comes to dessert, I only like the cakes you bake yourself." Hearing this, the owner let out an appreciative whistle from behind the counter.

"Oh, by the way, take this! A friend gave it to me the other day." The owner pressed a box into Niamh's hands. "What is this...?" "Sparklers." Niamh paused for a moment before thanking her.

After leaving the bakery, Jonathan had barely settled into the driver's seat before he asked, "So after hearing what Carlotta said, you already suspected Ramona of murdering the patriarch, didn't you?" Niamh was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Yes..."

The Betty's Bakery on Silver Brook Lane had never sold chocolate cake, which meant Ramona had lied. Of course, Niamh hadn't been to the shop in a long time. It was possible they had a new owner or had hired a new baker. That's why she hadn't said anything at the time, instead bringing Jonathan along to investigate. As it turned out, her hunch was correct. The question was... "What was Ramona's motive?" Niamh turned to look at Jonathan. "She was already the patriarch's most favored adopted granddaughter... but this is murder."

Jonathan understood her confusion. "Greed is a powerful motivator... If Ramona really did murder the patriarch, it only further proves that the current will is fraudulent."