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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.”

T-junction, which was only two kilometers away from the Blackwoods’ residence. That location had

let it be when the perpetrator

Something didn’t seem right.

that Zachary had asked Cynthia

added lowly, “Mr. Blackwood refused to talk about it, so

have just let it be? Nevertheless, she had nowhere

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

why doesn’t he punish Sharon?” Zachary couldn’t reason with it. “She could do this

right. That’s what I’ve been thinking as well.” Spencer heaved a sigh. “Nevertheless, both of them are his daughters. Mr. Blackwood may have his own concerns. I heard that in the past few

would cause him troubles.” Zachary was lazy to comment further, so he turned to leave. “Tell Grandpa that I’m

is going to get mad

finish his sentence,

let out a sigh and turned

other phone rang. Even though that person had changed their number, he immediately

rest to stay quiet as

“Hello?”

She was like a queen giving her

“Where are you?”

“Sultry Night.”

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