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Cynthia wanted him to stay, but he had already turned around and couldn’t see her sign language. Her silent call for him to stay was in vain.

She could only look at his back and watch him leave with a dejected feeling.

When Zachary walked out of the ward, Spencer was baffled. “You’re out so soon? Shouldn’t you be chatting with Ms. Blackwood for a little longer?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Zachary replied placidly. “Oh, right, Mr. Spencer, there should be news from the police, right? What actually happened with this car crash?”

Spencer looked at Cynthia, who was in the ward, and took Zachary to the other side before he replied in a hushed voice, “It was said to be intentional.”

“Intentional?” Zachary raised an eyebrow. “Who’s behind this?”

“It might be…” Spencer toned down again, “Ms. Sharon.”

“So it was her.”

had seen it coming, and he had asked Ben to investigate it. The incident happened at a T-junction, which was only two kilometers away from

let it

Something didn’t seem right.

Zachary had asked Cynthia that

either.” Spencer added lowly, “Mr. Blackwood refused to talk about it, so I

night when the incident happened. Sharon was maddened by Charlotte in Ashenville Garden. Given her temper, how could she have just let it be? Nevertheless, she had nowhere to vent her rage, and she ran into Cynthia on her

she goes home, so Mr. Nacht asked Ms. Cynthia to stay with us.” Spencer added, “Mr. Blackwood doesn’t usually stay in

do this even to her own sister. It’s deliberate murder. Cynthia could have been killed if

daughters. Mr. Blackwood may have his own concerns. I heard that

troubles.” Zachary was lazy to comment further, so he turned to leave. “Tell

you going to stay a little longer? Mr. Nacht is going to get mad again when he doesn’t see

finish his sentence, Zachary

let out a sigh and turned around

in the car, his other phone rang. Even though that person had changed

rest to stay quiet as

“Hello?”

pick me up.” She was like a queen giving her

“Where are you?”

“Sultry Night.”

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