Chapter 342 Lucas, understanding Bill's intent, got the message.
Bill, affected by this incident, felt guilt and affection towards Robbin.
He nodded without saying much more.
“Also, Ms. Lawrence was frightened today. Prepare a gift to soothe her a bit. We can discuss the rest later,” Bill said gravely, realizing his concern for Genevieve had surpassed his attention to Robbin.
So, Robbin taking a bullet for him brought a sense of unbearable shto him as a father.
Lucas nodded. “Father, please go back. The house needs calming too. I'll handle things here.” Bill agreed and stood up, addressing the others, “Let's go back. Lucas has handled things well. Let's give him a chance to gain sexperience.” They left the hospital in a grand procession.
The brightly lit Simpson Manor was eerily silent.
The servants, clueless about the events, watched as a group entered and turned Carrie's room upside down.
Her belongings and clothes were thrown on the floor and then taken away for disposal, leaving only the items in the safe.
Bill and the rest entered the scene.
A trembling servant reported, “We've cleaned up most of it, Mr. Simpson, but we can’t open the safe.” Someone next to Bill glanced over and sneered. “That's easy, Alex is our man for this, let him handle it!” Following that, a call was made.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlex, responsible for the manor’s security and having skipped Bill's birthday banquet without knowing the day’s events, rushed in half-dressed.
1/5 Chapter 342 “Mr. Simpson, Wyatt.” He was astonished at the mess. “What happened here?” “Just tell us if you can open the safe,” urged Wyatt.
Alex frowned. “Is there a lock | can’t pick? Twenty years back, | almost got wanted for my lock-picking skills.” “Enough bragging. If you can’t open the safe, just say so. Neither Mr. Simpson nor | will laugh at you. Maybe we should call a professional,” Wyatt suggested to Bill, raising an eyebrow.
Bill rolled his eyes at him, easily seeing through Wyatt's goading tactic.
Alex was indeed not the brightest bulb..
Predictably, Alex took the bait, eagerly stepping forward with a master key. “Let's see then. I'll show you ! haven't lost my touch. Truth be told, despite retiring my lock-picking days, my skills haven't dulled one bit.” As he spoke, he crouched down, ear close to the safe, listening for clicks.
“Just an ordinary safe. What could be inside, using such a cheap old thing?” With a few twists of his key, a “click” sound signaled the safe was open.
Alex looked triumphantly at them. “How about that?” Just as Wyatt was about to check the contents, Alex turned the lock a few times, relocking it..
Wyatt stared at him in bewilderment.
Even Bill was surprised. “Alex, what are you doing?” Alex smiled. “I just proved I could open it, but actually opening it without permission? No can do that. Mr.
Simpson, you taughtto live a clean life, didn’t you?” Bill and Wyatt exchanged looks, bewildered by Alex's actions.
Wyatt, white-faced with anger, kicked at Alex.
“This is Mr. Simpson's safe. He forgot the password and asked you to open it, you fool!” 2/5 Alex grinned in embarrassment. “Oh, it's Mr. Simpson's? I'll open it right now!” With nimble fingers, he quickly opened it again..
Wyatt started to take out the items inside, sjewelry, a few confidential documents, and chat records of alliances with others, probably used for blackmailing.
However, a photo fell out from among the documents.
Wyatt picked it up, squinting as he looked at it.
“Huh, she looks familiar?” He then handed it to Bill.
Upon seeing the photo, Bill's expression subtly changed.
Wyatt scratched his head. “Isn’t this the fiancée of Lucas we saw at the banquet?” Not the sharpest, but he hadn't forgotten the girl he had just seen.
Bill stared at the woman on the photo, a sharp pang hitting his heart.
The fading memory once again becclear.
It had been twenty years without seeing that woman, causing his memories to be eroded by time.
Seeing Genevieve, he was reminded of the person in his memories.
But he knew Genevieve wasn't her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was only upon seeing this photo that his heart finally settled.
This photo was her.
Carrie had lied about not having My photos left.
6:11. konde trombled and eurns of hitter emotion welled up inside him.
He was usually reserved and controlled, but now he couldn't maintain his composure.
“Kate,” he murmured, caressing the photo as bouts of pang hit his heart.
Wyatt also realized something. “Is that Mrs. Simpson?” Alex, confused, was about to say something when Wyatt pulled him outside.
Once outside, Wyatt pondered. “Alex, how cMrs. Simpson looks so much like Lucas’s fiancée?” Alex replied, “There are many people who look alike, maybe it's a coincidence?” Wyatt felt something was amiss and leaned in, whispering, “Doa favor. Try to get a hair from Ms. Lawrence for a DNA test with Mr. Simpson, to see if she’s his daughter.” Alex's eyes widened. “Impossible, the dates don’t match. Lucas said Ms. Lawrence is a year and a half older than Mr. Simpson's daughter.” “Can't she tell lies? We can only prove the truth through action!” Wyatt glared at him. “Get going!” The next day, after breakfast, Genevieve planned to head to the office.
As she stepped out, she saw a car parked at the door.
Approaching, she saw Selene getting out.
There was another person inside the car who seemed to be Irven.
Genevieve stood shocked.
Selene turned around, her face briefly panicking before she composed herself and cleared her throat, awkwardly explaining. “I ran into him on my way back from overtwork. He offered to drivehome!” Irven got out of the driver's seat, holding her clothes, and scratched his head. “I got your clothes dirty last night.
I'll make it up to you next time.” Hearing that, Selene stiffened.
4/5 Chapter 342 The three exchanged awkward glances.
Irven looked at Genevieve and greeted, “Ms. Lawrence, | heard Ms. Simpson is hospitalized. | was planning to visit her with Lucas today. Would you like to join us?” Genevieve smiled. “Sure, | was thinking of visiting her too.” Selene, feeling awkward, coughed again. “You guys go ahead, I'm heading upstairs.”