<b>Chapter </b><b>187 </b>
“The only witness was a viger passing by from a nearby vige, who caught a glimpse and knew that his parents got into trouble welche
“The got a new lead. The person who got rescued back then might have been sent to this orphanage of that girl is here, the Aubre? m?c?like the bones.”
Bowen lowered his gaze. “Hypotheticals and probabilities don’t equal facts”
Mark sputtered, exasperated. Is this guy just impossible to reason with?”
He continued, “With my methods, when I call something a hypothesis, it’s practically a fact. I’ve beening! evasive. She must know who I’m talking about.
“If it was just suspicion before, after seeing how she acted with Aubree today, I’m practically certain she’s t
Bowen remained unmoved. “So what? Even if it’s Bree, she was a victim too back then”
“That may be true for him, but others might not be so clear-headed, Mark thought.
Mark knew how stubbom<b>, </b><b>no</b>, downright obsessive, Bowen could be.
to question <b>the </b><b>director</b>. She’s afin
He sighed and patted Bowen on the shoulder helplessly<b>. </b>“Even if you don’t care, you <b>have </b>to consider Alvin. He’s grown quieter and quieter since his parents passed <b>away</b>. Though he <b>never </b>said anything, we <b>could </b>all tell it still bothered him
“He’s had me investigating this all along. Besides tracking down the real murderer who killed his parents, he isn’t about to let the person they saved off the hook either”
Alvin took out his anger on everyone connected to that incident.
Bowen frowned in contemtion. “Then we’ll make sure he never finds out.” +
not be wise. This kid’s mind works in
Eliminate all risks, and there will be no danger at all, Bowen thought coldly. ‘Letting Alvin know the truth might not shadows too deep
“Let me know when you find the murderer. I’ll deal with them myself,” Bowen <b>said </b><b>as </b>he narrowed his eyes, his gaze murderous. “I’m off to End Bree Let’s grab a
b <b>a </b>drink sometime.”
Mark facepalmed in resignation. “How did I end up with friends like Bowen <b>and </b>Alvin?‘ he thought. “I must owe them from a past life.”
Meanwhile, Aubree beamed at Ethel “Grandma Ethel, was there something you wanted to tell <b>me</b><b>?</b>”
Ethel looked at Aubree with mixed emotions. Such a wonderful girl, she thought, ‘Why does fate <b>keep </b>dealing her such a rough hand? She thought life would get better once she was back home, only to find herself <b>in </b>a den of wolves. After leaving the Wilson family, things finally started looking up, until someone new set their sights on her”
Ethel looked <b>at </b>Aubree with concern. “That man’s name is <b>Mark</b>, I’m <b>not </b>sure exactly who he is, but he must be a big shot. I don’t know what he investigating, but it seems to involve you.”
Involving me?” Aubree thought
“Did he say my name directly?” Aubree asked.
Ethel shook her <b>head</b>. “No, but from the way he <b>was </b>asking, I just <b>had </b>a feeling he was talking about you.”
I’ve never even met Mark, and I haven’t done anything illegal. Why on earth is he investigating me? Aubree wondered
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Ethel looked hesitant, her expression troubled. “Autree, do you not rechamber anything about what happi
Aubree shook her head, only remember being rescoed, then walking i
Back then, she’d hit her head and coilde’t even remember her name. All she knew was that she had a frame with loving parents and four
brothers
It was only after the Wilson family found her that these memories begin to return.
Come to think of it, Mubree rend, “I don’t know Mark, but we do have mutual acquaintances. 1 Theard’Alvin’s parents died saving someone, vous de person they saved me? What are the odds?”
Aubree quickly dismissed the thought. ‘No, that’s impossible
“It’s probably just a misunderstanding,” Aubree said, giving Ethol a reassuring smils, “thaven’t done anything wrong, so I’m not worded about him looking into it Oh right, Grandma Ethel, I also wanted to ask who exactly Mr. Quinn, the one who sponsored me all those years ago.
his <b>kindness</b>.”
Honestly, Ethel didn’t know.
So she <b>said</b>, “I never kept in touch with him. I only met. Mr. Quinn that time when he wanted to sponsor you. He was just a boy then, maybe fifteen or sixteen. After all these years, <b>it’s </b>all fuzzy now.”
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