Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 196

Leonard sent a message to the person who had originally inspected the car. The reply came quickly: they hadn't found anything. They had only checked for

bloodstains and missed other details.

"Check again," Leonard instructed.

Lysander chuckled, "We had such difficulty finding anyone useful before. It's suspicious."

Leonard was taken aback, "Weren't we supposed to stop looking?"

After all, this was likely a trap set by Roland. Searching further would only waste time, and the people they had sent out were just aimlessly wandering.

"Keep searching. I need to know what role she plays in this setup. Miranda doesn't have the guts to hide someone on her own."

With a smirk, Lysander glanced in the direction of the upstairs, his voice laced with indifference, "Assign someone else to this task. You stay here and keep an eye on the lady. If she disappears, you can say goodbye to your position."

"...Understood."

...

the room inside out, but she

then fiddled with the door

footsteps outside. She paused,

like Lysander's

waters, she called out,

soft voice came from outside, "Yes,

her mouth and nose in the car earlier. She slammed her fist

Leonard stood outside, unmoving.

his usually composed demeanor faltered.

same winter, the

tinged with a softer, clearer tone, crying and banging

pleas weren't much

let me out. I'm

"Leonard, open the door!"

cries from seven years ago echoed through time, overlapping with the

Both were intense, deafening.

the door. A sudden urge to smoke overwhelmed him,

ago, Mr. Montgomery had banned smoking across the entire family. Over time, Leonard had quit

it, ma'am," Leonard finally spoke, his voice hoarse, yet his decision unchanged from seven