Chapter 370 The Police Are Here


    After leaving the office, Horace called a private detective he knew well and asked him to help find out


    what was happening around Sean these days.


    "Also, gather something else for me that is out there about..."


    After hanging up the phone, a ruthless look shed across Horace''s face. He would not let Sean off


    easily again, and it was time for him to pay for what he had done.


    Horace drove aimlessly out of the car park, not knowing where he was supposed to go.


    Passing shop after shop, Horace drove the car slowly. Every time he passed a familiar shop, memories


    of ra jumped out at him, and he couldn''t stop them.


    ra used to love the sweet and sour chops at this restaurant. She used to say she loved the decor of


    this studio. it had a retro feel of the eighties. He also knew there was a food market nearby, and he and


    she used toe together to buy food. Although neither of them was good cooks, he remembered how


    much fun they had with that meal...


    There was also this shop, the Baby Supermarket. Horace stopped the car.


    He still remembered vividly the first time he had mistakenly thought ra was pregnant and how happy


    they both had been when they visited this shop together.


    He and ra had spotted a little shoe at the same time, and they had argued over whether to choose


    pink or blue as they didn''t know whether the baby in her belly was a boy or a girl.


    How did he settle the matter then? A smile tugged at the corners of Horace''s mouth as he thought


    about it, and he bought both the pink and blue ones.


    raughed and scolded him for being wasteful, but he retorted that he wasn''t. Who knew he was


    just being prepared if she was pregnant with a twin?


    Once he knew ra wasn''t pregnant, he locked up the baby clothes and shoes he had bought that day


    in his storage room so she wouldn''t be upset if she saw them.


    But then they did have a baby, a child of their own, and he never got the chance to pick out the


    essentials for their child with ra again.


    Closing his eyes and pressing the corners of his eyes hard with his thumb and forefinger, Horace


    blinked back the sourness in his eyes. How helpless should she have been when she had seen how


    determined he was to abort this child?


    Helena had been diagnosed with leukaemia then, and being so dutiful, she must not have told her


    about it. How tired and miserable must she have been, bearing all this alone?


    Horace had no way of imagining how ra had got through those days and punched his fist on the


    steering wheel, his heart full of remorse. Why? Why had he not trusted her in the first ce, instead


    choosing to trust that woman Laura? How in the world could he have been so stupid!


    "Buzz." The phone rang. Horace calmed himself down before picking it up. It was Isaac.


    "What is it?"


    "Mr. Kirnd, Laura has left your office," Isaac said on the other side of the phone.


    "I got it. I''m going back now."


    After hanging up the phone, Horace drove his car toward the office. There were some things he


    needed to get done as soon as possible; otherwise, what face would he have to see ra.


    Upon entering his office, Horace saw Isaac waiting for him.


    "From now on, you handle her business, and don''t let me see her again." Taking his seat, Horace said


    in a cold voice.


    "Yes, sir." Isaac knew he was talking about Laura.


    Looking at Horace, who went back to his work, Isaac hesitated and said, "Mr. Kirnd, since you know


    that Mrs. Kirnd was framed in the first ce, do you want to go and see her now?"


    Perhaps if they met, the rest of the misunderstandings would be cleared up.


    Isaac felt he was being driven mad, didn''t want to keep Horace in the dark, and didn''t want to deceive


    someone who trusted him.


    But he couldn''t find the courage to tell Horace himself, admitting he was a coward afraid to face the


    predictable consequences.


    After hearing Isaac''s words, Horace stopped what he was doing, and all sorts of mixed emotions came


    to his mind for a moment.


    "No, leave it forter." After a moment''s silence, Horace said, "Go down to work."


    Isaac didn''t know whether to be happy or sad at this, but after saying "yes", he left Horace''s office. His


    steps were hesitant, but he didn''t stop in the end.


    The corners of Horace''s mouth pursed into a straight line as he squeezed the pen in his hand. How he


    wanted to see ra right now, how he tried to hold her in his arms and tell her how much he missed


    her and how much his heart ached.


    But he was in no position to do so. He didn''t have a reason to see her now. He had to make Sean pay


    the price he deserved; he had to avenge their dead child and bring all those who had hurt her to justice!


    Only after doing that could he stand before her again and beg her forgiveness. Yes, beg, if only she


    would forgive him, he would willingly lower himself to the dust.


    Sean has been in a state of turmoil for the past few days. He has tried to contact ra after he


    confessed to Horace, but she hasn''t answered his calls, let alone reached out to him.


    Not knowing what ra meant and whether she would hand over the evidence of his bribery, Sean


    hadn''t slept a wink in days. As soon as he closed his eyes, he dreamed of the police handcuffing him


    and taking him away, waking up in a cold sweat every time.


    But he still had a sliver of luck. After so many days of no movement, ra must have decided to leave


    him alone; after all, he had done what she had asked him to do.


    No, to be on the safe side, he had to find a way to get those documents out of her hands. How could he


    stop this from happening forever? A sinister look appeared in Sean''s eyes, and he did not have to


    worry about ra every day as long as there was no more ra in the world.


    It was time to n the whole thing, this time, it had to be a sess, and there could be no more slip-


    ups.


    After he had made up his mind, Sean felt a little more at ease and could sleep soundly without


    dreaming of those messy things. But at such a rare moment, he was awakened by a knock, no, rather


    a banging on the door.


    Opening his eyes, Sean got out of bed full of rage. Upon opening the door to his room, he saw Darren


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    "What''s wrong this early in the morning?" Sean''s voice was tinged with anger.


    But Darren didn''t care about that, "Dad, something’s wrong. The police are downstairs right now and


    say they want to see you; what the hell is going on?"


    He had just been out for his morning jog when he saw a police car drive into their neighbourhood, and


    being curious, he took an extra look, not expecting it to be parked in front of his house.