My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 649 Owen’s Animosity

I decided to bring Owen along because I believed that Ezekiel had a knack for understanding people's hearts. I planned to seek his advice at the appropriate time.

The restaurant where Ezekiel had reserved was quite popular. I instructed Gary and Owen to wait in the car. However, Colin, with no sense of being a subordinate, followed me inside and took a seat across from Ezekiel. Disregarding Colin, Ezekiel directly addressed me, saying, "What would you like to eat?"

Taking the menu, I responded, "I'll order for myself."

Ezekiel then noticed something peculiar and inquired, "Ms. Felix, what just happened to you?"

Confused, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"You have bloodstains on your arm," he pointed out.

Looking down, I noticed a small wound on my arm that I hadn't even realized was there until now.

I tried to dismiss it and replied, "It's nothing. What would you like to eat?"

Ezekiel shifted his gaze and responded, "I'll have what you're having."

After placing my order, I handed the menu to Colin, who proceeded to add a few more dishes, deliberately selecting the most expensive ones as if he wanted to take advantage of Ezekiel.

I found his behavior immature and thought to myself that Ezekiel wouldn't be concerned about the cost of the meal.

Colin suddenly mentioned, "It's raining outside."

"Make sure the rain doesn't get on your wound," I reminded him, acknowledging his genuine attempt to save me earlier.

During the meal, I avoided discussing Owen's matters because the events from the past were quite complicated, and I didn't want Colin to be aware of them. Furthermore, Colin himself didn't know exactly what I wanted to ask Shawn. He had merely heard from Charles that I could inquire with Shawn. Therefore, when he saw my troubled expression, he asked why I didn't ask Shawn.

That was the earlier conversation we had.

At that moment, I realized that I couldn't ask Shawn because I knew him too well.

If he found out that I was in danger, he would definitely rush to Eldham. There was no need for him to spend an entire day and night on a plane, and I was determined to solve this on my own.

I had this strong urge to handle this situation by myself.

I didn't want to burden Shawn with everything.

Besides, I wanted him to have some peace and relaxation.

It was time for me to prove to myself and others that I could handle things independently.

After Colin finished eating, he excused himself from the restaurant and stepped outside to let his food settle. Once he was gone, I brought up those past events with Ezekiel. Admitting that I didn't have much information myself, I worried that I might relay the story incoherently. However, Ezekiel understood it clearly.

"This matter must have been ordered by your father and Shawn. Ms. Felix, what could be so important that they went to such lengths to conceal it?" he said with confidence.

I nodded in agreement and added, "And there's also Owen's past."

Ezekiel speculated, "It must be a matter of life and death or a catastrophic event that would make Owen muster the courage to assassinate Shawn."

"A matter of life and death?" I repeated.

"I'm just guessing, but it's likely within that range, considering human nature. I'll need some time to understand Owen," he explained.

Ezekiel offered his assistance once again.

I felt like I would owe him yet another favor and pondered, "What if Owen is taking orders from someone?"

"He may attach himself to some power, but it's important to understand that Owen has a special identity and is an old acquaintance of Shawn. What kind of deep-seated hatred and resentment would drive him to assassinate his former master?"

"So Owen's assassination of Shawn is purely out of personal revenge?" I sought clarification regarding Owen's motivation.

Ezekiel nodded. "Why else would those events from the past be kept top secret? What roles did your father and Shawn play? Ms. Felix, be prepared for a blunt truth—it's unlikely to be something good. If it were a positive thing, Shawn wouldn't have ordered it to be concealed."

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