FreeNovelHowever, as Leyton delved deeper, the complexity of the situation began to unfold, and the disparity between the Madelyn in the past and the girl he was investigating was jarring. ‘Despite everything, she betrayed Mr. Amold by having affair with Zach Jardin, and all seemingly to profit Azure Corporation,” he ruminated.
But the more he thought about it, the more Leyton found the timing suspicious. ‘Right before the engagement? All these revelations? It's too convenient, isn't it?" From his research, Leyton had in his possession solid proof of Madelyn's communications and liaison with Zach. Each piece was solid enough to have Madelyn condemned, yet Leyton couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, even though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
The very idea that Zach, heir to Hayson and trained by such a cunning man, would leave incriminating photos so easily accessible was puzzling. It's too easy. Why were these image files unprotected. What's even stranger is that the inbox contains only these photos, without any other correspondences or documents..." The Jent family had skillfully evaded the police's covert scrutiny into their illicit endeavors for two decades. To Leyton, unearthing these photos without much effort was almost too good to be true.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the evening, Ethan, thoroughly intoxicated from drinking, risked driving while unwell and made his way back to the Arnold residence.
There sound of ‘bang’ echoed as he slammed into the front door.
Midway through her meal, Madelyn jumped at the abrupt disturbance.
A servant darted to the door, eyes widening at the ruined entrance. "Oh, dear! The door!" Setting aside her plate, Madelyn approached and instantly recognized the indentations left by a car's front bumper.
The servant opened the door and found the familiar car, now wrecked. Ethan stumbled out of it, his clothes disheveled, his face a patchwork of bruises and dried blood, as if he had been in a fight.
Rushing to his side, the servant exclaimed, "Mr. Arnold! What happened? Why are you hurt?" "Back off!" Ethan's voice was a sharp rebuke.
Ethan walked into the foyer and saw Madelyn on one side. However, he pretended not to notice her and walked past her.
Madelyn watched him and followed behind him at a steady pace. Noticing him nearly trip over his own feet, she swiftly stepped forward to steady him. "Ethan," she began, her voice tinged with concern, "driving under the influence is dangerous." "Are you still putting on an act after all this time? Aren't you tired?" said Ethan. He then glanced at the servants in the living room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Get out, all of you, get out!" The servants lowered their heads and silently left.
Ethan leaned on the hallway railing, his steps unsteady, and he swayed as he went upstairs.
Madelyn was worried. She had the servant make some ginger tea and then followed him upstairs.
Ethan entered a room with a liquor cabinet. He opened an expensive bottle of red wine and started drinking straight from it.
Madelyn reached out to stop him. "Don't drink anymore. Your leg isn't healed yet." "| told you to get out! Why haven't you left yet? What are you still doing here?!" Ethan erupted in anger, and he slammed the bottle of red wine onto the floor, shattering it into pieces. Glass shards sprayed across the room, and one of them grazed Madelyn's leg, causing her to feel a sharp, stinging pain.
At this moment, Ethan seemed completely unhinged, just like the Ethan from the past, who was always volatile and often wanted to end his own life.
Madelyn didn't say anything; she simply stepped forward and embraced him, resting her head against his chest and patting his back gently. "...It's okay, don't be angry anymore, okay? I've said it before, whatever it is, we can solve it together..."
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