The daily life of American drama detective

"Do you want to ask Chuck for help?"

Monica reassured.

"Need not!"

The alcoholic Linda's immediate reaction was to refuse. She was a little surprised to see Monica, and explained in a concealed manner.

"I'm afraid he's too busy, and this is not a criminal case, so I'll wait until the police investigate."

"Let's find him."

Beth Harmon came up.

"Ok."

Alcoholic Linda saw her adoptive daughter's indifferent but firm expression, although she was unwilling, she could only nod her head in agreement.

The current situation is that her rich husband who has been trying to harm her has died. Although she doesn't know the reason, it is in her favor.

Unlike the last time when she faced her husband's death threat and prepared for the funeral before she died, and asked Chuck to help her to clear her grievances, this time she was actually not willing to intervene with Detective Chuck.

It's just that after the husband's death, although there is a high probability that the property will belong to her.

But the subsequent glory actually depends on this adopted daughter who is more powerful than her husband back then.

Therefore, she respects the wishes of her adopted daughter and does not place her mother's spectrum.

"I'll help you get in touch."

Monica took out her phone and dialed.

"Let's go first."

Alcoholic Linda took Beth Harmon away and rushed to the hospital.

When no one is on the road.

The alcoholic Linda asked in the car: "Why did you find Detective Chuck? You know about your father..."

"Aster!"

Beth Harmon looked at the adoptive mother who hesitated to speak, and slowly uttered a name.

The alcoholic Linda was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little dazed about the name, and then realized that this was another adopted daughter who was adopted together with Beth.

It's just that she doesn't like this Esther much compared to Beth.

It always feels a little weird.

Of course, Beth is the same in the eyes of others.

But as a woman, and now she is still a adoptive mother, she can still tell the difference. In her eyes, Beth is weird.

And that Esther is purely weird and broken.

But when her husband insisted, she could only agree.

After adopting them back home, her intuition was confirmed in their daily interactions.

Esther wore the same clothes every day, and wore the weird scarf and bracelet all day long, so that no one could touch her. Occasionally, she glanced over with malicious eyes.

She said it several times.

But her husband said that she was thinking too much. This is the natural reaction of the orphan before he integrates into the new family, and it will be fine after getting used to it.

She could only accept this statement, but she also stayed away from Este, and was unwilling to get in touch with this weird girl more.

And Esther probably thought the same way, just pestering her husband.

Then there was another adopted daughter, Beth Harmon.

This was originally the girl the husband really wanted to adopt, and even named her to adopt.

She also understood that this girl, like her husband, is a chess genius.

This is reasonable.

She is ready.

Neither of the adopted daughters was close to her.

In this extended family, she will become increasingly lonely.

Dreaming back in the middle of the night, she wondered more than once whether this was her husband's new game to isolate her on purpose.

However, the reality is that Beth Harmon, who is supposed to be the most in tune with her husband, doesn't want to get close to her husband, and only finds her when she has something to do.

Although her attitude was indifferent, she was overjoyed.

As a result, this big family naturally formed two teams, she led Beth Harmon, while her husband was on the same team with Esther.

Soon Beth let her lead, and competed in chess competitions around the world, winning victory and glory one game after another.

She seems to have found her direction in life.

This is a completely different feeling of being stuck at home all day, drunk and dreaming.

Before, she also passively enjoyed her husband's glory, but this time, she felt that some of Beth's victories belonged to her.

So even if she is not short of money, after her adopted daughter Beth won a bonus in a victory, she couldn't help but ask, "Can I get 10%?"

The prize money for these regional competitions is very small, and she actually has no shortage.

Even though her husband has various prenuptial agreements that restrict her from getting more money from him, the invisible benefits alone are enough for her to ignore these bonuses.

But she still spoke.

As she drove Beth home after a game, she blushed.

Because she didn't realize until after she said the words that the person she was asking for money was a nine-year-old child.

Beth's mature performance usually made her almost forget this.

At that time, Beth glanced at her and didn't speak immediately. Just when she was anxious to deny herself and take back her words, Beth said lightly, "I'll give you 15%!"

From that moment on, they are not only the relationship of adoptive mother and adopted daughter, but also the partnership relationship between celebrities and agents.

They became more and more harmonious, inseparable.

She was on the go all day, and almost forgot that there was Esther, her adopted daughter.

"What does this have to do with her?"

The alcoholic Linda asked puzzledly.

"She's dangerous."

Beth Harmon looks out the window: "It's better with Chuck Wolf."

"Ok."

Alcoholic Linda heard what her adopted daughter said, and she believed more and more in the wisdom of her adopted daughter. She suppressed her unwillingness to intervene in order to avoid changing the situation in her favor, and nodded in agreement.

After driving for another section, I looked at the indifferent and calm adoptive daughter in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help saying, "This Peggy can be your friend."

Seeing that Beth didn't speak, she explained: "I talked with Monica, Peggy's mother is also named Linda, and she was the one who took Peggy around at the beginning, it's very similar to us, isn't it?
And her IQ is also very high, they are all girls, they are similar in age, and they like to play chess, so it is suitable to be your friend. "

"She doesn't like chess, she just likes to win."

Beth corrected lightly.

"Isn't playing chess just to win?"

The alcoholic Linda laughed, "You can beat her, can't you?"

"can."

Beth nodded, then shook her head: "There are winners and losers."

"That's even better!"

Alcoholic Linda rejoices: "It's better this way."

She has figured out some of the minds of talented girls like Beth and the others. Always winning and losing will divert their attention. Only when there is a win or a loss can they maintain interest, and it is more suitable to be friends.

Beth glanced at her, but said nothing.

The alcoholic Linda noticed it, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

Although she was not smart, she could guess what Beth was thinking at the moment. Every time she drove Beth to a competition, she would look at her with this look from time to time while she was driving and Beth was sitting in the back row.

She knew it was Beth thinking of her dead mother.

Before the car accident, Beth's biological mother drove Beth in the same way.

hospital.

"Doctor, how did my husband die?"

Linda asked in tears.

"Mrs. Cross, preliminary examination shows that your husband died of a sudden heart attack."

The doctor who took over explained: "Whether to conduct a further autopsy in the future requires the mutual consent of you and the police."

"Is that so..."

The alcoholic Linda was silent, and subconsciously looked at her adopted daughter Beth, and under her gaze, she raised her head and said, "Then it depends on the police's arrangement, right, Esther?"

"Is your daughter Esther?"

The doctor nodded: "She's with the nurse, I'll ask the nurse to bring her here."

"No, let's go find her."

Alcoholic Linda waved.

Saying goodbye to the doctor, according to the address given by the doctor, she took Beth to find Esther and stood outside. She didn't go in immediately, but looked at Esther who was sitting quietly and crying inside.

When she tried to go in, Beth held her back.

"Wait for Chuck Wolf."

Beth said.

"You suspect..."

Alcoholic Linda was stunned, surprised.

Although she felt that Esther was a little weird and bad, she did not associate her husband's death with Esther at all.

Seeing that Beth was silent, she asked in a low voice, "Do you know anything?"

"She's dangerous."

Beth just said.

After hearing this, Linda felt completely different, not to mention the shock. She raised her head and subconsciously looked at Esther in the room, only to see Esther suddenly looking over and staring directly at her.

"Mother."

Esther ran out of the room with a crying sound.

The alcoholic Linda was not used to this kind of address, but when she saw Esther approaching, she could only go up to her and was thrown into her arms by Esther.

"Mrs. Cross."

The nurse came over to say hello.

"Do you know what happened?"

The alcoholic Linda pushed Esther away uncomfortably, and asked, "Why did your father suddenly get sick and die?"

"I do not know either."

Esther cried: "I played chess with my dad. One moment, he was fine, and the next moment, he suddenly fell to the ground. I called 911, but when they arrived, it was too late."

The nurse voluntarily left, giving up the space to this broken family.

The alcoholic Linda glanced at Beth, and said to the crying Esther, "Don't worry, it's okay, we've already asked Detective Chuck for help."

"Detective Chuck?"

The weeping Esther was taken aback, and asked with a puzzled expression, "What does this have to do with him?"

"Help eliminate Linda's suspicion."

Beth said indifferently: "Mr. Cross bought a high amount of life insurance for himself and Linda before his death.

Now that Mr. Cross is dead, there will naturally be an investigation, and because the beneficiary is Linda, she is suspected.

Although it wasn't Linda who did it.

But not necessarily if you are framed.

And with Detective Chuck, Linda will not be wronged. "

Even though she was adopted, she never called Linda and the others her parents.

"That's great!"

Esther's eyes flashed, showing a hint of surprise, and then he said sadly: "I believe in Mom! Dad just died of illness, what does this have to do with Mom."

"Ah."

Alcoholic Linda saw that Esther was far more well-behaved than usual, so she nodded and looked at Esther with a softer gaze.

"Mom, now that Dad is dead, will we be sent back to the orphanage?"

Esther took a step forward and looked at Linda tearfully.

As soon as these words came out, even Beth couldn't help looking over.

This is indeed what she cares most about now.

Don't mention that she doesn't want to go back to the orphanage, just say that she is famous now, and some good families are willing to adopt her, but she doesn't want to.

Beth, a precocious genius girl, understands that adoptive mother like Linda is her freest choice.

Now the way of getting along has been adjusted well, and she has some feelings, and she is not willing to take the risk of changing.

"Will not……"

The alcoholic Linda is also aware of this problem, and subconsciously refuses to do so, because her adopted daughter Beth is now her pinnacle of glory.

But then she came to her senses, subconsciously looked at Esther, and her words changed.

"I don't know either. Now that your father has passed away, even if I want to continue raising you, I'm afraid I'm powerless..."

When she said this, she quietly took Beth's hand beside her with her hand, expressing comfort with her eyes, but she didn't know that all this fell into the eyes of Esther, who had been paying attention to her expression.

In her mind, Beth was something she had to fight for.

As for Est, it is not necessary.

Linda, who didn't see Peggy, put so much energy into Peggy, the daughter of a talented girl, that she broke up with her ex-husband and divorced.

They are still so.

She is a widow, and it is already very strenuous to raise one daughter with all her strength. How can she have the energy to raise two?
So I didn't say anything to death, so as not to be difficult to refuse when the time comes.

"I see, Mom."

Esther lowered his head and said sadly, "Can we go back first?"

"Alright."

Alcoholic Linda subconsciously agrees.

In fact, she doesn't want to stay here at this time, because there is no wine here, and there is plenty of good wine at home, she needs to drink a few glasses slowly.

"Chuck Wolf hasn't come yet."

Beth shook her head.

"Do you have to wait for him?"

Esther looked up and said, "We can wait for him at home, I really don't like it here."

"Yes!"

Beth nodded.

"Beth was right."

Alcoholic Linda was inclined to go back, but when Beth insisted, she changed her mind: "Let's wait for Detective Chuck to come over, and then go back and have a look."

"Does it have to be like this?"

Esther looked at Linda pitifully.

"Yes!"

The alcoholic Linda didn't feel much about Esther's begging, thinking of sending Esther away in the future, she always had to be cruel, why not now.

"I don't think so."

Esther looked at Linda whose eyes were firm, his eyes turned cold, and he didn't know when there was an extra lady's miniature pistol in his hand, aiming at Linda.

Linda was stunned, and looked at Esther in disbelief: "Esther, stop playing."

"That can't be done, you are my mother."

Esther manipulated the pistol skillfully, listening to the assembly sound that was completely different from that of a toy gun, Linda's legs went limp, and she looked at Esther in horror.

"Good sister, you are called a genius girl, come and tell her, who is the master of this game?"

"What do you want?"

Beth Harmon supported Linda, slightly frightened, but quickly regained her composure.

"What do I want?"

Esther said with a smile: "At first, I thought we were a family, loving each other.

But obviously my mother didn't think so. She wanted to drive me out of the house before my father's bones were cold, which is not good.

We are here together.

Of course they come and go together.

Now, persuade mom to keep calm and come home with us.

Otherwise, if I'm not careful, this family will fall apart completely. "

"Beth..."

The alcoholic Linda tremblingly looked at the short body supporting her.

"Listen to her!"

Beth and Esther looked at each other in silence for a while, turned their heads and said something to Linda, and helped Linda go out.

"I'll help too."

Esther laughed, walked over, supported Linda's other side, put the pistol on Linda's waist, and covered it up.

The mother and daughter left the hospital and went home.