Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 493 I Am His Tool

He paused and continued. “The person who was more stunned than me was Manuel, but when we saw your confused eyes, we made
a decision at the same time to keep it a secret.”
“So, this is what you have been hiding from me all this time?” Ainsley was stunned.
“Yes. Your leg was cut, you were forced to drink your blood, and you saw your father ***in front of you. Everything is too much for you. Serina is even left with serious ***issues because of this. I am very glad that you just lost your memory,” Matteo smiled faintly.
Ainsley tightened the blanket on her. “Matteo, he doesn’t love me. I’m just his tool, a tool for blood transfusion.”
“Aisy, I don’t know what you heard at that time, but I don’t think Manuel is such a person. The only thing I can be sure of is that he really loves you. To stop you from remembering those painful memories, he can only stay away. I thought that even though he chose to stay away, he wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. Sooner or later, he would appear in front of you again. But I didn’t expect…”
Matteo’s tone began to become serious.
“What?”
“I didn’t expect that you would fall in love with someone. Manuel must haven’t expected that either. He is in pain. In order not to let Irene harm you, he can only endure the pain and watch you and Cason fall in love and get married.” Matteo’s gaze drifted further and further away.
“Matteo, he deserves it” Ainsley clenched her fists, her voice trembling.
“Yes, he deserves it Matteo did not refute.
Ainsley looked at the photo on the tombstone again, but this time, the black and ***photo had an indescribable gentleness.
“Matteo, was my father’s car accident an accident or…”
Matteo was stunned “At that time, it was proved to be an accident.”

“You have definitely investigated it in private.”
Matteo nodded and did not hide it from her. “Yes, I have, but I did not find anything. I also saw the driver who ***the truck back. then. He had no criminal record. He did not drink that day. According to the surveillance video at the traffic light, your father ***very fast that day. Maybe he was worried about you, so he ***very fast.”
“Matteo, people always believe in things that are easy to see but ignore things hiding in the dark. We’d better investigate it again,” Ainsley said in an easy tone as if she was asking what to eat tonight.
“I will.”
Pushing the wheelchair away, Matteo suddenly asked, “Aisy, did you find something?”
“No. Daniel came in the afternoon. He said that he would tell me something about my dad if I agreed to make a deal with him. I refused,” Ainsley said calmly as if it had nothing to do with her.
In the past few days, Cason seemed to have been trapped in an endless loop, unable to come out no matter what.
He even hypnotized himself that he had never been to the hospital and Ainsley had never said those words.
In just a few days, he seemed to have experienced great pain. His soul had been lost, and only his body was left.
His life was also very boring. He had been working from moming to night as if he had become a robot that would never get tired.
His assistant was worried about his health and tried to persuade him many times but to no avail.
The higher-ups of the company were also suffering. After all, no one could accept such a high-intensity work mode.
His assistant could only try to ask for help from Leo Hutchinson, Cason’s friend.
Leo’s family was abroad. It was said that his parents were local real estate tycoons. However, he loved photography and liked to travel everywhere, filming wonderful scenes.
Fortunately, Leo came to Seattle a few days ago. Otherwise, his assistant would have no one to turn to.
After Leo learned about his friend’s situation, he readily agreed and came to the Baldry Group the next day.
Around ten o’clock in the morning, Cason was frowning and angry at four executives.
“The company is not a charity organization. I’m not paying you to get this shit.”
He threw the proposal in his hand on the face of the nearest executive. Bang! It was extremely loud.
The executive lowered his head and did not dare to move. The back of his shirt was almost soaked in a cold sweat.
“I will give you another afternoon. If you can’t give me a plan that I’m satisfied with, pack your things and get out of here.” Cason’s words were sharp, but his expression was calm. Everyone knew that he was not joking.
His assistant stood at the side and also did not dare to breathe too loudly, afraid that he would be blamed by Cason as well.
From time to time, he would look down at his phone and then hurriedly raise his head like a thief.
Finally, Leo arrived.
When Cason’s assistant saw Leo’s message, he almost burst into tears.