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

heard footsteps outside. She paused, waiting, but no one

wasn't like Lysander's

she called out,

came from outside, "Yes,

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

Leonard stood outside, unmoving.

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

same winter, the

been tinged with a softer, clearer tone, crying and banging on the door. It was

pleas weren't much different

me out.

"Leonard, open the door!"

seven years ago echoed through time, overlapping with

Both were intense, deafening.

to smoke overwhelmed him, but when he reached for his pocket, it was empty. His usually steady hands, accustomed to holding

seven years ago, Mr. Montgomery had banned smoking across the entire

his voice hoarse, yet his decision unchanged from seven years