Menantu Pahlawan Negara by Sarjana

Chapter 199

Aurelia looked up at the tall and burly security guards in fear.

She was afraid but she decided to bravely confront them.

However, Leslie shielded her behind him before she could even lift her foot.

“It’s my fault. I accidentally threw away my wife’s belongings, so I came to help her find them.”

Aurelia paused, not expecting Leslie to shoulder all the blame himself.

In the past, Seth would have found it embarrassing and left her to face the situation alone.

Noticing that Leslie looked rather formidable, the security guard softened his tone.

“Are you one of the homeowners here?”

“Yes,” Leslie nodded. “When is the garbage usually collected here? And where does it go?”

Aurelia looked at Leslie in surprise, finally believing that he was genuinely helping her solve the problem.

The security guard pondered the question for a moment.

“It’s collected at four in the afternoon. It’s past six now. However, the garbage in this area will be taken to the nearby garbage disposal station for sorting. But it’s been too long. You won’t be able to

retrieve it.”

The other security guard advised, “It’s dark now, and the rain is still heavy. If the items aren’t valuable, maybe it’s better to let it go.”

Aurelia clenched the handle of her umbrella and looked at Leslie, who was soaked from head to toe.

She reached out to tug at his clothes. “Forget it, there’s no need to look anymore.”

that, she turned and

the bathroom

of blood,

rinsed her wounds with water, trying

she looked at herself in the mirror, tears rolled down her

memory her parents left her had

she couldn’t hold back and covered her mouth, sobbing

who had just entered

Chapter 199

the midst of

umbrella on the floor, and left the

in the bathroom for a

crying when she

had to accept

emerged to find the living

was taken aback and checked the clock on the

was already past

Where was Leslie?

Didn’t he come home?

quickly found her phone in her bag and dialed Leslie’s

the door

odor filled

Aurelia wasn’t repulsed

around, she looked at the man

dressed in a suit,

damp hair was disheveled, with wilted leaves of rotten vegetables

on his black shirt, there

clung wrinkled