Chapter 136
Chapter 136 Don’t Call Me That Anymore.
At the harbor, after Officer Jackson took away Lucas‘ other subordinates, he came over to greet us.
After a brief exchange, he turned to me and said, “Ms. Scott, I will report the details of this incident to
my superiors. Thank you for your significant help. Without you, we might have let Lucas escape.”
I shook my head, still somewhat uncertain, and asked him, “Officer Jackson, is Lucas really dead? Did
you find his b*dy?”
Officer Jackson smiled faintly and reassured me, “The explosion of the yacht was quite powerful,
destroying many things. Lucas‘ b*dy was probably incinerated, and given the vastness of the sea, can’t
salvage his remains. But don’t worry, he was shot in the leg, wounded in the arm by you, and injured
during the fight with Mr. Young in the cabin. In such a condition, he had no chance to jump into the sea
or save himself in just a few seconds, so his death is certain.”
Relieved by his exnation, I felt much lighter.
After a pause, remembering Alex, I asked, “Officer Jackson, was Alex caught?”
“Yes, he was caught,” he replied, and continued, “Caleb and Bet too. Don’t worry, we will give you
a proper exnation.”
I nodded and thanked him.
After speaking with me, Officer Jackson turned to Idris, hesitating slightly with a hint of regret on his
face, “Mr. Young, the clue from Lucas might be temporarily lost. For now, we can only hope that his
subordinates can provide some useful information.”
Idris pursed his l*ps, his handsome face showing a hint of coldness. He nodded slightly without saying
much. He was never one to show his emotions, but I could see from the faint gleam in his eyes that he
was disappointed.
Disappointed?
I wondered, puzzled. What clue was Officer Jackson talking about? Why was Idris disappointed?
I could not help but think back to the events of five years ago. Even now, I could not understand how
someone of Idris‘ status could fall into Lucas‘ hands and he blinded and tortured in a water cell.
I never liked prying into others‘ secrets, so I had never asked. However, now, hearing Officer Jackson’s
words, I could not help but specte. Was Idris looking for something or someone on Lucas, or some
unknown past event?
Officer Jackson did not continue the conversation with Idris. He just sighed quietly and went to
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handle other matters
Looking at Idris, I did not ask anything more. Instead, I focused on his already injured hand, now
gruesomely wounded from the brutal fight with Lucas. I could not bear to look directly at it and
unwittingly frowned. Eventually, I could not help but say, “If you don’t treat that wound, your hand will be
ruined.”
He nced down at his hand and then at me, his l*ps parting slightly. “I thought you were hoping that
this hand would be ruined.”
Feeling a lump in my throat, I did not respond and turned to enter the cabin.
His hand was wounded because of the resentment I harbored in my heart after waking up in the
hospital, a resentment with nowhere to be vented. At the moment I learned of the loss of our child, 1
was filled with hatred, wishing to kill him and Moore. It was then that he was caught in the crossfire.
Just half an hour ago, I had not felt the slightest sympathy for him, but when he jumped off the yacht
and desperately rushed toward me, pushing me out of the cabin at thest moment before the yacht
exploded and jumping into the sea with me, those emotions I had deeply suppressed could not be
ignored.
Perhaps it was fate.
After so much turmoil, we were finally safe.
I had nned to stay in Macamer for a night before leaving, but I really was not in the mood to stay any
longer. Firstly, after going through so much, I was still unable to calm my emotions, and even if 1
stayed here for the night, I doubted I could sleep.
Secondly, with Caleb and Bet caught, the top priority was to retrieve the funds they had
embezzled, to fill the financial void of Scott Corporation. The sooner the funds were recovered, the
sooner Maxwell could breathe a sigh of relief; otherwise, letting him struggle day by day was not a
solution
Lake City Airport
When the nended, it was already past midnight. Idris had returned with me, and we did not speak
much on the way.
Exiting the airport terminal, as I was about to hail a cab, Idris stopped me. “I’ve asked Ensio toe
and pick us up. No need for a cab.
I pursed my l*ps and said indifferently, “It’s not necessary. We’re not going the same way, so let’s not
trouble Mr. Candor to run back and forth.”
After saying that, I opened the door of a taxi to get in.
Bang! Idris abruptly closed the car door, his handsome brows furrowed slightly. “Yvette.
“Iddy.” Before he could finish, a soft, coquettish voice called out from not far away. Without looking,
I knew it was Moore
With a belly showing four or five months of pregnancy, Moore jogged up to Idris. She nced at me,
showing no regard for my presence, and looked at Idris with eyes full of longing and concern, “Iddy,
why did you suddenly go to Hansa without telling me? I’ve been so worried.”
Seeing her, Idris‘ brows slightly knitted, but he calmly asked, “Why are you here?”
Moore, with a face full of worry and charm, replied, “How can you say that? I was so worried about you
that I couldn’t sleep. Knowing you wereing back, I came with Mr. Candor to pick you up.
Ensio, having parked the car, came over. He nced at me with a hint of apology, then looked at Idris
and said, “Mr. Young, Mrs. Young, Ms. Scott insisted oning, and I couldn’t stop her.”
Idris did not say much, just stated, “Let’s go, get in the car.”
As he spoke and reached out to pull me, I stepped away. Spotting Maxwell rushing over, I turned to
Idris and offered a distant smile, “Someone hase to pick me up. I won’t disturb you any more now,
Mr. Young.”
With that, I looked at Ensio and said with a faint sinile, “Mr. Candor, you should change the way you
address me. Mr. Young and I are divorced now. The title Mrs. Young is not for me anymore. You
shouldn’t use it without thinking in the future.”
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