The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 199

Baldrick listened as Cyrus spoke, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Asking about the surveillance footage now? Don't you think that's a bit too late?"

Cyrus' brow furrowed tightly, his grip on the phone intensifying. "What are you implying with that?" "It's been almost a month. Those videos got auto-deleted ages ago," Baldrick taunted.

Cyrus wasn't buying it for a second. "Do you really think I just met you yesterday? Anyone might delete footage, but not you, Baldrick."

With Baldrick's cunning nature, if there was a way to get his hands on a video from a month ago or even three years ago-he'd find it.

There was a brief silence on the line before Baldrick chuckled. "But this time, I actually did. After all, someone doesn't want you to see it."

"Baldrick, who doesn't want me to see it?" Cyrus felt a strange, unexplainable panic rising within him. "You guess," Baldrick sneered, "I've got other matters to attend to, so I'll leave you to ponder that."

And with that, Baldrick hung up, not giving Cyrus a chance to retort.

Hearing the dial tone, Cyrus could no longer contain his frustration and swore under his breath. Baldrick's words echoed in his mind: After all, someone doesn't want you to see it.

Who was this someone? Nancy?

on him by then? Stricken

into the Robertson family's system. I need to know what

he had truly misunderstood Nancy, not only would she never forgive him, but he

swiftly moving black car, Baldrick stared at his phone's blank screen, a mocking

wasn't physically in Ardenweald, he was well aware of

at the dinner party, even going so far as to kick Judson down the

amusement and a cold

Baldrick doubted Cyrus was capable of

him. Less competition meant he could sit back and benefit from the

the thought, the car screeched to

grasp the handle in time to avoid

startled, spoke up, "Mr. Robertson, someone

the driver's words, Baldrick's gaze shifted to the

standing at the car's hood, was a man looking utterly exhausted, his face unshaven,

flicker of surprise crossed

Norton he remembered was a vibrant,