The Divorcee Amazed the World

The wind was strong, howling as if trying to tear something apart.

Not far away, heavy footsteps suddenly approached.

A man with long legs hurriedly walked towards him.

Willis turned his head to look.

Their eyes met.

The man was Jay.

His eyes were bloodshot, lips dry and peeling, stubble growing on his chin, dusty and disheveled, coming in the night.

This appearance clearly indicated that he had just rushed back from somewhere.

Approaching.

Jay grabbed Willis’s collar, urgently asking, “How is she?”

Willis lowered his eyelashes, looking indifferently at Jay’s hand, without responding.

Jay’s voice suddenly increased, “How is she?”

A hint of annoyance flashed in Willis’s eyes, “She’s my wife, no need for your concern!”

Jay gritted his teeth, “She’s the one I risked my life to save!”

Willis’s lips curled up in a faint, cold smile, “You finally admit you’re Jay Smith?”

Jay’s eyes turned bloodshot, his frustrated expression ready to burst, “How is she? You promised me that you would take good care of her! Is this how you take care of her?”

His voice almost roared.

A departure from his usual calm and rational demeanor.

Willis felt even more irritated.

He raised his hand, swatting away Jay’s hand, “She’s my wife, we lost our child. I’m more upset than you!”

A frown appeared on Jay’s forehead.

After a few minutes.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Is she okay?”

“Not okay.” The cigarette in Willis’s hand was extinguished, the burning end reaching his fingertips, but he didn’t notice.

Stubbornly, Jay asked, “Where is she injured?”

“Her heart.”

“And her body?”

“The child is gone.” Willis raised his hand, forcefully pinching his sore nose bone, answering Jay’s question indirectly, “Our child is gone.”

A drowning sensation surged up, his heart aching as if torn by something.

Why did it turn out like this?

That was their first child together.

It was the only anchor that kept her by his side.

And now, he lost the child, about to lose his wife, the wife he relied on for everything.

He felt an unbearable pain, as if his heart, liver, and lungs were all entangled.

The assistant received a call and walked over.

Taking the cigarette from Willis’s hand, he examined his finger’s injury.

The assistant said, “Mr. Santana, the captain of the criminal investigation team just called. The driver of the delivery truck, as it turns out, was a cancer patient diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer half a month ago. His blood alcohol level exceeded the limit, confirming drunk driving. There were no large transfers of money in his and his family’s accounts, no recent interactions with suspicious individuals, and no suspicious calls in the records. The driver died on the spot with no witnesses.”

Willis frowned.

Clearly a cancer patient, didn’t want to live, pretended to be drunk driving for money, deliberately attempted murder.

But he died with no evidence.

Because the method used was too elusive, even the captain, who was like a god in solving cases, was helpless.

Without evidence, the police couldn’t find the mastermind behind the scenes, let alone make an arrest.

The assistant reminded, “This time, the modus operandi is more sophisticated than the Dragon Mount case last time, obviously the work of a professional. The person’s anti-investigation ability is beyond the captain’s reach.”

Willis’s face darkened as if he could wring out water.

He didn’t say anything, just reached out to the assistant, “Give me the car keys.”

The assistant hesitated, “What do you need the car keys for?”

“Just give them to me!”

The assistant didn’t dare to disobey the order, took out the car keys from his pocket, and handed them over.

Willis snatched them, walked out in big strides.

Arriving at the underground parking lot, he found his car.

Opening the car door and getting in, he started the engine.

Taking out his phone, he dialed a number and made the call.

After connecting, he said coldly, “Come out.”

Susan, huddled at home, was suddenly scared by this call, trembling.

She hesitated and politely declined, “Willis, it’s so late, I’ve already gone to bed.”

Willis sternly said, “Come out!”

He hung up the phone.

The car sped away.

Arriving at the Varley family villa.

Susan, imitating Helena, wore a simple white shirt tucked into a dark long skirt, plain-faced, with long hair down her shoulders, timidly standing on the side of the road.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She saw Willis’s car approaching from a distance.

Thinking of saying hello, her hand reached halfway, then dropped back down.

She intertwined her ten fingers, feigned calmness on her face, but inside, she was terribly afraid.

There was a vague sense of foreboding, crawling up from the soles of her feet.

Willis gripped the steering wheel, squinting slightly through the windshield, looking at Susan from a distance.

She already bore some resemblance to Helena.

Tonight, she deliberately imitated Helena’s dressing style, making the resemblance even stronger.

Unfortunately, although she copied the appearance, she couldn’t imitate the spirit.

Willis’s gaze darkened, staring at her face.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, slammed on the gas, and headed straight for her!