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."

to hesitate any longer, ignored Rachel's protests and dragged

with just an apology

stood silent, not bothering

composed expression, experiencing a peculiar blend of familiarity and remoteness. It had been a long time since he had seen her look at

who broke the silence. "How

his gaze, a slight smile playing on

couldn't find Abby. How could a simple housewife like

you

at him, her eyes sharp as a hawk's.

frowned slightly. "Rachel told

you believe

fleeting silence passed between them, then Haynes finally spoke. "Maybe

Stella's eyes glinted like steel. "Why would I misunderstand her and not someone

voice, cool and calm, like a stream flowing over smooth stones, filled the

up. She's claustrophobic. I can't just leave

nothing between Rachel

"If I had to guess, those late-night