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."

...

she couldn't find

then fiddled with the

barely started when she heard footsteps outside. She paused, waiting, but no one came

like Lysander's usual

she called out,

from outside,

to the man who had covered her mouth and nose in the car earlier.

Leonard stood outside, unmoving.

to the sounds from within, his usually composed demeanor faltered. He was transported back to that

same winter,

had been tinged with a softer, clearer tone, crying

pleas weren't

me out.

"Leonard, open the door!"

years ago echoed through time, overlapping with the familiar, yet now furious,

Both were intense, deafening.

felt a momentary lapse, stepping back from the door. A sudden urge to smoke overwhelmed him, but when he reached for his pocket,

Montgomery had banned smoking across the entire family. Over time,

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