Amanda, who was nestling in his arms, moved and asked, “Daddy, when can we see mommy?”
Matthew looked down at his daughter and patted her back, “Sleep for a while. You’ll see her when you
wake up.”
If they set off now, they should be able to reach city C before it got dark.
The car quickly drove past the two figures by the river.
When Matthew looked out of the window, he had already passed the part of the road and missed
Dolores.
And Dolores, standing by the river, was completely unaware of the passing of her son, daughter and
Matthew behind her.
She was just shocked that Charles had married only for the sake of his career.
She couldn’t agree with such a course of action.
“The woman you’re marrying is someone who will be with you for the rest of your life. How can you just
want someone’s family to be good?”
“Then what should I be looking for?” Charles tilted his head to look at her.
“At least some good feelings for her. Otherwise, if the girl who marries you knows that you are only
doing it for your career, she might hate you in the future.”
Marriage was a second birth for a woman. She didn’t have the opportunity to choose what kind of
family she was born into and what parents she had for her first half-life.
But, it was possible to choose a husband, to decide what kind of person to spend the rest of her life
with.
Charles was clearly taking advantage of someone else.
“I’d like to, but how can I control my heart too?” He smiled and asked, “Do you have a good way? Can
you teach me?”
Dolores avoided his gaze, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
In particular, Charles actually wanted to say that it was the same as anyone else if it wasn’t Dolores.
“You’re pretty today.” His gaze fell on Dolores’s dress, a pink V-neck dress, with the knee-length silk
skirt wrapping around her slender body and fine legs. The beaded flowers made out of tiny pearls
embroidered on the skirt and the slight bulge on her belly made the elegant and graceful dress looked
even more gorgeous.
Perhaps it was a woman who had become a mother that could give off this kind of warm and soft
feeling in her body.
Dolores smiled politely and didn’t reply.
She felt whatever she said could be answered by Charles with something she couldn’t answer.
So she just didn’t open her mouth.
Then neither of them spoke again, just standing in silence. As the sun got higher and higher, the cool
shadows by the river shifted position too.
Dolores said, “Today is your big day. You should have a lot of things to do. It’s better to go back early.”
Charles hummed. He then called Tom, and they left the riverside.
On the other side, Matthew, who was already on the highway, received a message from Theresa.
There wasn’t any text, but just pictures.
With Dolores’s permission, Theresa had looked at the contents of the file bag. She was utterly not well
after reading it, and she understood why Dolores seemed so terrible.
She didn’t know what conspiracy was in it and didn’t think as much as Dolores did. She only wanted to
tell Matthew that such a thing had happened and ask him if it was true or not?
Because she was afraid that Dolores would be hurt.
She had experienced betrayal and knew what it felt like.
Matthew was just as shocked as she was. He had never even met the woman in the photo, but how
could there be so many photos like this.
Where had Theresa gotten them from?
He quickly called the number back, and soon the other end picked up.
Theresa’s anxious voice came through, “What’s going on? Is it real?”
“Where did you get these photos?” Matthew’s voice was icy as he asked that who had taken these
photos. If Theresa knew all about it, did Dolores see the images too?
Was there any misunderstanding?
“Didn’t I tell you last time that someone sent something over without a signature or address, and after
Lola read them, she asked me to give them to you, but you said to put them here with me first.”
“She had seen it, right?” Matthew felt unsettled, afraid that Dolores would take it seriously and
misunderstand it. He was worried that she would get angry and get pissed off. After all, she was
pregnant now.
To be fair, he would also freak out if Dolores had such a picture in front of him.
“Of course, she had seen them. She looked terrible after seeing them. So that’s why I’m curious that
are these real?”
“Of course not. Please keep an eye on her for me. I’ll be back soon.” As Matthew was about to hang
up, Theresa’s voice came through again, “She’s not here. She has gone to White City.”
“What did you say?”
“She’s gone to White City. Charles is getting married, and she’s been invited to the wedding.”
“I see.” He hung up the phone and said to Armand, who was driving, “Turn around ahead. We’re going
back to White City.”
Armand was puzzled and asked, “Why? Who did you call just now? Did something happen?”
Matthew spoke sternly, “I told you to turn around. Why so much talking?”
He was anxious that she was coming to White City at this point. Who knew what Charles had up his
sleeves?
‘Would he take advantage of Dolores when she was in a state of chaos?’
‘Marriage?’
‘Who is he getting married to? So soon? Is it a deliberate ruse to trick Dolores?’
He was so testy because he knew Charles thoughts on Dolores.
Armand glanced backwards. Only then did he notice Matthew’s ghastly pale face. He dared not to say
a single word, immediately got off the highway from the exit ahead, took the road below, and then got
on the opposite lane.
Matthew closed his eyes, feeling that he was too impulsive. Now that he calmed down and thought
about it, how did these photos appear in front of Dolores?
It was evident that they had come for him and knew about his relationship with Dolores.
He relaxed and dialled Boyce’s number.
Soon the call was answered. Boyce’s voice came through first before he spoke, “I was just about to call
you.”
“What’s going on?” Boyce wouldn’t want to call Matthew if nothing was going on.
“You asked me to keep an eye on Declan, but I couldn’t find him. He doesn’t seem to be in City B.”
Boyce felt strange.
Matthew realized instantly that those photos were all made by Declan.
‘He’s not in City B, maybe in city C?’
He asked, “Have you been busy lately?”
Boyce’s boss valued him and wanted to give him a promotion. So he had given him more jobs recently.
But still, he told Matthew that he wasn’t busy.
When Matthew asked, it must mean that there was something that he needed his help with.
“You go to city C. If I’m right, he should be over there. See what he has done.”
Boyce was startled, “Has he been looking for trouble with Dolores?”
“You check it out first. I’ll tell you the details when I get back.”
Boyce was thinking of asking whether Matthew was in city C or not?
But instead, he just said, “I got it. I’ll go there today.”
If Matthew was in city C, he wouldn’t have asked him to make a trip to city C again.
Armand drove quietly, not daring to speak.
After about an hour, they went back to White City.
They probably would have a wedding in the biggest hotel in White City. So Matthew told Armand to go
to the hotel.
There was still some distance away from the hotel, and they could already tell that some happy event
was being held here. There were flowers scattered all over the ground, rows and rows of cars parked
along the roadside, and many people watching on the street.
Matthew frowned, ‘Is Charles really getting married?’
The car stopped in front of the hotel when the two sleeping children woke up and asked, “Are we home
yet?”
Matthew patted them, “Not yet. Go back with Armand first. I have something to deal with.”
He didn’t know what was going on inside, so he let Armand take the two children back to the Forbis
family first while he went in himself.
Although Amanda was a bit reluctant, she still nodded her head.
Matthew pushed open the car door and got down. He watched Armand drive the car and take the two
children away before he stepped into the hotel.
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