It rained so hard.
Thunder and winds were roaring.
The stormy weather swept the night.
Just when Jack and his two men returned to the car, Mr. Ward turned around, seeing that Lyndall was going towards his car with Willy.
“Young master, Lyndall leaves Katherine alone,” said Mr. Ward whispered.
“He’s not a fool,” replied Jack.
Mr. Ward nodded.
People like Lyndall would not be nobodies. He was not only extremely resourceful, but also was among the best in judging the times.
In spite of Jack’s commanding vibe, he would make the same choice as he did now.
No one would accept that his or her loved one crossed the line with the excuse of helping family.
Because once crossing the line, one would be actually doing anything to harm.
That was exactly what had happened.
Jack’s story somehow gave Lyndall a sense of sympathy with the like of his own.
If he failed to end the relationship with Katherine, it would not be impossible for him to end up being a second Jack.
Jack’s Rolls-Royce was steered slowly towards the TM Villa District.
The vibe was depressing enough along the way.
Everything happened tonight were just like the violent storm outside the car.
Mr. Ward and Brent knew exactly how their boss felt, though they were unnerved themselves.
To show the dead the greatest respect, mourners should have them rest in peace.
However, things of tonight’s kind would certainly provoke anyone to be revengeful.
“Amber, it’s late. Just go to sleep.”
Worried by the stormy weather outside, Daisy put a coat on Amber, comforting, “Now you’re pregnant. It’s so cold outside that you might be sick. Think about your baby.”
Amber had been worried since Jack and his henchmen left, siting in the living room and staring at the door of the residence, without desire to rest in her bedroom.
She had no idea of what would happen.
But Jack’s eyes made her feel unease and fearful.
“Daisy, is he alright?” She turned to look at Daisy, almost begging, “Could you go out with me to seek him?”
Daisy frowned slightly, unable to conceal her restrained anxiety.
She didn’t get it wrong when Jack left with homicidal vibes.
She was even more sure than Amber that something must have happened on Jack.
Amber felt something was wrong based on her observation.
But Daisy, out of the instinct of a killer, could tell his outrageous intention.
But she didn’t dare to speak it out in case it would made Amber more unsettled.
With a moment of hesitation, Daisy replied, “Don’t be anxious. I’ll call Brent.”
She took out a phone and made the call as Amber looked at her eagerly.
But the automatic reply put out the hope in her eyes.
His phone was shut down!
Amber clenched her hands, and puckered her lips.
“Hold on. I’ll call Mr. Ward.” Daisy was tensed up.
She was not worrying that Amber would insist on going out with her in pursuit of them, but whether the three men were alright.
If two of the three turned off their phone, there must be something serious!
“OK.” Amber tried to fight back her fright and nodded.
Just when Daisy was about to call Mr. Brent, the sound of the opening door came.
The three walked in, completely drenched.
Amber and Daisy were overjoyed.
But then the sight of the three wringing shocked them.
“Where have you been?”
Amber rushed to Jack eagerly and uneasily, and dived into his hug despite the rain all over him, and said, “I can understand that you didn’t tell me anything. But why did you turn off your phone? Do you know how much I worried about you?”
Jack’s serious face showed up some emotions.
Feeling the hands holding so firmly on his waist, he apologized, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I …”
Before he finished his words, Amber pulled herself out of the embrace, calling out to Daisy for bringing towels for them.
“Don’t hurry and explain yourself. Just change your clothes in the bedroom, and take a warm shower. Or you will catch a cold in this way,” said her.
Jack was a little surprised, and felt some warmth deep inside.
He nodded and went upstairs.
Amber then have Mr. Ward and Brent warned and looked after by Daisy, before she followed Jack into the bedroom.
“What happened?”
Wiping the drenched two, Daisy asked anxiously, “When Mr. Hughes went out, I was frightened by his murderous look.”
Mr. Ward sighed, took the towel from her and walked upwards, “I’d better change my clothes now.”
Brent didn’t leave, letting Daisy wipe the rain as he said, “The ashes of Mrs Hughes were unburied, some of which were scattered.”
Thunder!
Daisy was shocked right away.
After a second, she, looking gloomy, asked in a low voice, “Who the hell did it?”
“Young master’s ex-mother-in-law.”
“She’s been killed,” said Brent full of anger in his eyes.
“She deserves it!” Daisy gritted her teeth.
Water flowed in drops in the bathroom within the bedroom.
Standing under the shower head, Jack had not stripped, simply letting the water flow all over him.
He raised his head, eyes closed, felt how the warm liquid touched his face then every corner of his body.
While at the same time, he failed to calm himself down, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts surging up.
He felt as if choked.
It was a breathtaking sense of guilt.
There came a sound of the opening door.
It was Amber, who was shocked by the sight of her husband under the shower head.
“Jack, what’s the matter?”
“I’m alright. Just go out in case you get wet. I’ll be done soon.”
He turned to have a glimpse of his wife, made a narrow smile to prevent her from being worried or infuriated.
Amber frowned slightly, with no intention of following his words, but stepping inside the bathroom instead.
Regardless of her own tears, she held him tight, her head against his chest, and said, “You forget what I told you, right? I can always tell if you’re telling lies.”
Jack was stunned.
Just as he was about to say something, Amber proceeded in a tender tone, “I knew you must have come across something very serious. I know how much you’re suffering now. It’s your choice not to tell me what happened. But you can cry on me. I don’t want to see you restrain your sadness owing to me.”
Her mere soft voice outcompeted ten thousand women of charm.
It straightforward tugged a his heartstrings.
Amber looked up at him, while water was dropping on her face, smiled and said, “Easy. The shower is on. They can’t hear you even when you cry. I’ll keep your secret.”
Meeting her stare, Jack also smiled.
But at the same time, his tears started to fall.
He found his body quivering, his head seeking warmth from her hug.
The sound of flowing water kept everything within the room.
Amber touched his back softly, kept comforting him …