Marriage With A Evil Heart

Exiting the club, it had been three hours, and the outside was bathed in bright sunlight. Just like my current mood, mysteries unraveled, plans formed, and the gloomy sky in my heart suddenly cleared.

I looked at Scarlette, who had come out with me, and raised my chin, “How about a walk by the seaside?”

“Sure, willing to accompany you at all costs!” Scarlette teased with her usual banter.

Hand in hand, we walked toward the beach behind the law firm. Strangely, the feeling I had experienced on the way here returned. I glanced around, but there were no extra people. Still, I couldn’t shake the sense that someone was watching us.

“What are you looking at again?” Scarlette asked as she looked at me.

“I feel like someone is watching us,” I replied, retracting my gaze and glancing at Scarlette.

“How could that be? The person I chose is absolutely discreet. You can relax,” Scarlette said, pulling me along without a care.

As we continued forward, I asked Scarlette, “Who is this friend of yours who can provide funding? Where did they get so much money?”

Scarlette raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Don’t worry about that. I guarantee this guy is reliable. Wait until Warren gets his opinion. When we can really cooperate, you’ll naturally find out!”

I gave Scarlette a sidelong glance and scoffed, “Humph! Ridiculous. I can’t know about my own matters? This is a substantial amount of money. When the time comes, don’t be here without having resolved one lawsuit and yet be entangled in another!”

“What are you talking about? Am I such an unreliable person?” She laughed, holding onto my arm. “I won’t deceive you, my dear!”

I could only smile helplessly.

Suddenly changing the subject, Scarlette informed me with a hint of schadenfreude, “Amelia should be feeling disheartened this time! She probably never thought she’d face this day.”

I laughed, “She never put herself in the right place. Sherry at my home is the same, always thinking she’s indispensable.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“You’re right!”

“But, I really don’t know when I signed that document; I have no memory at all.”

“How can you be so sure it wasn’t forged?” Scarlette countered. “Are you absolutely certain that the signature is yours?”

“The strange thing is right here-I genuinely have no memory! But the signature is indeed mine. Moreover, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to forge it; that can be detected!” I pondered, trying to recall when I might have signed it.

Even in a daze, there should be some memories. I really don’t know what happened during those terrifying days.

I came back from the law firm and went straight to pick up Oliver. Today, I parked the car far away and strolled to the school gate.

Just as the younger grades were getting out of school, I intentionally stood where Amelia used to like to stand but didn’t see her anywhere.

While keeping an eye out for Amelia’s presence, I searched for her son among the children.

Sure enough, not long after, her son, carrying a small backpack, walked out, looking somewhat unhappy.

“Ryan!” I greeted him.

He tilted his little face, looking at me with concentration, full of confusion in his eyes.

I smiled kindly and walked over, “Why didn’t I see your mom today?”

He pouted, not answering, lowered his eyes, and continued walking out, appearing a bit lonely.

“Ryan, who came to pick you up today?” I persistently asked.

“My dad!” he answered softly.

I was startled, instinctively looking around but didn’t spot Robert. I thought if Robert saw me standing here, he definitely wouldn’t show up.

At this moment, Ryan also looked around anxiously, a hint of worry on his little face.

Intentionally, I stood beside him, keeping him company for a while. Sure enough, Robert never showed up.