Hearing this, Serge got furious. He really wanted to punch Ouyang in the face.
"You're a hypocritical man! A hypocritical brute!" Serge screamed as he gnashed his teeth together in
anger. He knew that he had fallen into Ouyang's trap.
Adrian undergoing his medical examination at the kindergarten school and Eve taking him away
happened on the same day, so no one in the world knew who had poisoned Adrian except for Eve and
Ouyang.
Also, Ouyang had gone to the kindergarten school on the day Adrian underwent his medical
examination.
"Don't be so angry, young man. Take me to your master, please," Ouyang said calmly and smiled. It
pissed Serge off even more.
At that moment, he wanted to slap the brute in the face. He clenched his fists and furrowed his
eyebrows, trying to rein in his anger. He said, "You have no fear of death, do you?"
"Let's just go, please." Ouyang smiled once again.
Serge thought that Ouyang was really a cunning bastard. He remembered when he first came to see
him. He pretended to be innocent and repeatedly denied his crime. This time, he admitted it right away.
Serge could not help feeling that he was walking into his trap.
When Fred heard the conversation between Serge and Ouyang on the phone, he was quite confused
and wondered whether or not Ouyang was telling the truth. But since Ouyang had admitted his crime, it
meant that the case would be closed soon.
Like a prisoner, Ouyang sat handcuffed in the backseat of a Mercedes SUV. Fred sat beside him. Deep
in Ouyang's heart, he thought it was very funny to be handcuffed by someone like Fred. He had never
been treated like this in his life.
The reason why Ouyang was willing to confess to the crime was because of his last conversation with
Eve that took place yesterday.
Eve was scared out of her mind that Nathan would find her out for her cruel crime, so she forced
Ouyang to leave the city. However, Ouyang refused to leave because he was waiting for Elizabeth, a
former resident of City A. Ouyang believed that she would come back soon.
"If Nathan continues his investigation, he will eventually find out what I've done, and you will go down
with me by association. Why are you still here? Do you want to go to prison or, worse, get killed?" Eve
pleaded with Ouyang. With a wig on her head, she looked quite funny.
At that moment, Eve and Ouyang were sitting face to face. Ouyang was not impetuous, and he kept
calm and quiet as usual. After making a cup of tea, he finally replied, "Of course not. I'm just waiting for
someone. Will you promise me one thing? If you agree, I'll confess to the crime that you committed,"
Ouyang said as he narrowed his eyes and thought that this deal was worth it. If Nathan caught him, he
would not be killed.
"What is it?" Eve looked at him half in disbelief as she gritted her teeth.
Ouyang leaned close to Eve and whispered something in her ear. After hearing his words, Eve looked
at him with a strange look. She did not expect that this arrogant doctor was actually a hopeless
romantic.
"Okay, I agree, but you have to keep your promise to me, too. Please don't go back on your word." Eve
had no choice but to accept his condition.
"Don't worry. Adrian was poisoned by me, not you. You had nothing to do with it," Ouyang smiled
faintly.
The two had reached a consensus once again. Ouyang would take the rap for Eve. He would confess
to the crime and state it as his own doing. In return, Eve would wait for an opportunity to grant his crazy
request.
In the meantime, Fiona had finally calmed down. During the past few days, she had been staying at the
hospital to take care of Adrian. He suddenly went into shock this morning, which scared her half to
death. Fortunately, the doctors were able to save him.
That night, when Adrian said he wanted to eat beef rice flour, Nathan asked a maid to buy some. He
also asked Fiona what she would like to eat. Fiona said she wanted the same food as Adrian without
thinking twice.
During that month, Fiona did not have a good appetite. Her recent breakup with Ethon left her unstable
and moody.
Sometimes, she would feel annoyed and not know why. Ethon had not come to see her the same way
she had not gone to see him. She sometimes posted some selfies on her WeChat moments, but she
no longer liked it when Ethon reacted to them.
What she did not know was that Ethon often looked through her WeChat moments on his phone, and
he was caught in a daze, and unsure what to do.
As a matter of fact, every one of her posts on her WeChat moments affected Ethon's mood.
After he and Fiona broke up, Ethon resigned from his job at JS International and went back to the Yu
Family estate. He locked himself in his room all day and all night, not even stepping out to have meals.
Looking at the decadent look on Ethon's face, Monica got very angry. She wondered what Fiona had
done to make her son so upset.
Monica had tried talking to Ethon many times, but Ethon always acted indifferent. He appeared as if he
did not hear any of her words. Whenever she talked to him, he always wore a depressed face and kept
his head down. He was silent. He was no longer the happy and upbeat young man he used to be.
One night, after taking a shower, Monica came out of the bathroom with a frustrated look on her face.
She walked up to Malcolm and sighed loudly. Malcolm glanced at her but did not say anything. Instead,
he lowered his head and went back to reading his newspaper.
Wearing an unhappy face, Monica sat in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror.
There were a lot of high-end skincare products on the dresser, but she was not in the mood to dress
up. Usually, after taking a shower and stepping out of the bathroom, she always applied some product
and makeup on her face right away. She was afraid of aging, so she paid much attention to skincare.
Noticing that Malcolm did not respond to her, Monica opened one of her many expensive skincare
products, poured some of the liquid onto her palm, and applied the product on her cheeks. Over the
years, she had grown used to Malcolm's cold attitude toward her. When she was young, she somehow
and sometimes roused Malcolm's sexual appetite, but as years went by, he seemed to have lost his
sex drive. Although they slept in the same bed every night, Malcolm behaved like a real gentleman and
did not hug or even touch her.
Monica did not know how she had gotten through all these years. She had been holding back her
anger and sexual desire for a very long time. What other choice did she have? In the past, for Ethon's
sake, she was very submissive to Malcolm. But now, even Ethon disobeyed her. She felt so wronged
that she lifted her head. She had a pitiful expression on her face.
Newspaper in hand, Malcolm suddenly shivered. He seemed to sense somebody's gaze on his skin.
He slowly raised his head and found Monica staring right at him. He looked into her deep eyes, smiled
faintly, and asked, "What is it?"
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