The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 105

Talking sense into a madman is like trying to reason with a brick wall, and the cops knew better than to waste their breath on an argument that was going nowhere.

"Mr. O'Brien, we'll head back now. Make sure to drop by the station to give your statement when you can."

Not wanting to spend another second in the tense atmosphere of the hospital room, the officers briskly exited.

Stella, equally uninterested in the melodrama unfolding before her, trailed after them, eager to leave as well.

As she passed by Haynes, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"

Her gaze was colder than a winter's night as she looked at him.

"I called the cops. As the one who reported this, I need to help with the investigation."

Haynes' deep, thoughtful eyes seemed to darken, as if he wanted to say something but held back with others in the room.

He turned to Benson. "What are you waiting for? Get her out of here."

hesitate any longer, ignored Rachel's protests and dragged

off easy with just an apology to Rachel. But then, right in front of Stella, this whole drama played out. Once everyone else

silent, not bothering

composed expression, experiencing a peculiar blend of familiarity and remoteness. It had

Haynes who broke the silence. "How did

playing on her lips, though it didn't reach

a man of your influence couldn't find Abby. How could a simple housewife like me without

you

a hawk's. "If I said Rachel told me,

slightly. "Rachel told

you believe

passed between them, then Haynes finally spoke.

"Why would I misunderstand her and not

voice, cool and calm, like a

mother once hired people to kidnap Rachel to make us break up. She's claustrophobic. I can't just leave her

nothing between Rachel and

laugh. "If I had to guess, those late-night escapades of yours were for her,