Chapter 166: Chapter 166



But it shouldn’t have been that way. Even she couldn’t tell the difference between the real Dolores and the fake one, how could she tell in a day?

Impossible.

Maria couldn’t believe that Matthew would figure out the truth so quickly.

She grimaced through her bloody mouth, “Don’t try to frame me.”

She firmly believed it was impossible for Matthew to discover the truth.

At least, not so quickly.

Matthew was very quiet. Mary couldn’t help but tremble with every step he took toward her. He looked like a demon walking against the current, which made her tremble with fear and shivers.

Maria wanted to get away from him, but when she tried to move every call of her body screamed out in pain.

She shuddered.

“What do you want?”

Matthew squatted in front of her on one knee and pushed her fingers away from the hair covering her eyes. “Tell me honestly about Dolores’ whereabouts and maybe you can go on living.”

Maria didn’t want to admit that she had already figured out that the one they rescued was not Dolores, but her words clearly showed that she knew that the one next to her was not the real Dolores.

He whimpered with tears and still didn’t want to reveal the truth: “What good is Dolores? Why do you care so much about her, is it because she gave you two children? But without her, even I, even fake Dolores besides you, can give birth to your children.”

Matthew frowned, extremely impatient as his voice grew even colder, “Tell me, where is she?”

Mary looked at him for a long moment and suddenly smiled.

“Since you already know, I’m not going to hide it from you anymore. Yes, the one next to you is Annabelle, not Dolores. It’s true that Dolores has left here with my brother.”

She laughed more and more maniacally, her face looked horrifying, “I know, this time you definitely won’t let me go. There’s no harm in dying, if it means I can make you never find Dolores. It’ll be worth it…ha ha…”

Matthew strangled her neck, causing her wild laughter to immediately catch in her throat and turn into a painful sob.

His gaze was fierce, “I think I’m being too nice to you.” Mary panicked.

Her fragile neck looked like a young bamboo shoot in Matthew’s hand that could snap with only slight force.

The power of his fingers was amazing. He had already heard from Boyce that Matthew had practiced his skills in the past and was stronger than he was. He had not been able to stay because he had inherited the Nelson Group, but if he had stayed his accomplishments would not have been low.

Leaning against the cold, hard wall, she could clearly see the murderous look in Matthew’s eyes. It was chilling and the pain already made her wish for death.

Did she love Dolores that much?

Mary felt pain in her heart and she struggled two words out of her throat, “I…will speak…”

The strength in Matthew’s hand loosened and he released her.

Being able to breathe freely, she lay on the floor and gasped. Her dry throat made her cough and spit up blood. Her fingers closed on the floor to form fists.

“Even if you know, it’s already too late. According to our plan, by the time you find the fake Dolores, the real Dolores would have already been injected with a drug that disturbs people’s nerves and causes memory loss, she would have been taken away from B-Town by my brother.” She lifted her head, looking at Matthew through the messy hair blocking her view, “Our purpose in inducing amnesia is to make her forget everything that has happened to her, giving birth to her children, meeting you in this world. They can go to a quiet place and live a peaceful life, just like normal couples. Maybe by now, she’s already underneath my brother, making love to him with her whole being…”

Before she could finish her words, Matthew surprised her with a blow.

His eyes looked bloodthirsty and every word Mary said provoked him.

Her hands were stained with blood, but she didn’t know it. She couldn’t stop shaking.

He came to his senses after a while. Then he got up and left the room.

Nick immediately greeted him, “Captain Shawn is in his office.”

Matthew’s face was grim, “Don’t let anyone meet that woman. Keep an eye on her, check her for any huge wounds. Just keep her alive.”

“Yeah.” Nick is very thorough because he had been following Boyce for a long time, he was very demanding, “You can rest easy, Mr. Nelson. I’ll handle it well without a trace.” Matthew nodded and left.

Back at the office.

No matter how much Boyce teased or cajoled Samuel, Samuel never laughed. He stood by the desk and fiddled with the little red five-star flag. He reached out and continued to play with it.

Boyce sat on the couch and searched the Internet for how to make children happy. The answers he got were all about buying them toys, food or taking them to amusement parks.

But looking at Samuel, he seemed more mature than the typical five-year-old.

Obviously, those things couldn’t be used to cajole him.

“Samuel, don’t worry! We’ll definitely be able to find your mom.”

Samuel’s hands stopped fiddling with the flag, tears filled his eyes and the ones he had been holding back all this time finally couldn’t help but run down his face.

His mommy was gone. He was worried and scared.

“Matthew.”

Matthew walked in and Boyce immediately got up from the couch and sighed, “This kid is too mature.”

He didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Matthew looked at the small figure standing next to the table.

She seemed to have known Matthew was coming. He quietly wiped the tears from his face and turned away pretending to be fine. “You’re back?”

“Yes.” Matthew replied.

“Port, terminal, airport, send people to guard all exit points.” As long as he didn’t leave the country, he still had time.

Boyce understood Matthew’s intentions and nodded, “Don’t worry, I’ll never let him leave here. But what are you going to do about Mary?”

“She doesn’t want to live. I will fulfill her wish.” He was calm and unperturbed, as if her life was not worth living in his eyes.

Boyce gave a cry of surprise and then said, “I see.”

“I’ll have Armand join you.” Now, Armand and Terry were useful.

After speaking, he motioned to Samuel, “We should go now.”

Samuel reached over and took the initiative to take Matthew’s hand.

Looking at the tall and small figures walking out the door, Boyce went to the desk and made calls to organize people to investigate various exit points.

Samuel climbed into the car and buckled his seatbelt himself, “Can we go home first?”

Matthew didn’t ask why, but agreed, “Okay.”

The car drove away from the detention center, driving aimlessly through the residential area and finally stopped next to a quiet wood.

The engine was turned off.

Samuel hesitated, then said, “I think I need to make something clear to you.”

Matthew turned to look at him, “What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter whether you like Mom or not, whether I like you or not; right now, I don’t want to fight with you. Let’s work together to find Mom and whatever happens after that can wait until I come home.”

Until now, Samuel couldn’t be sure if this father loved his mom or not.

He didn’t want to hate him now, because he had the ability to help him find his mommy.

“You’re not that old, but you sure think a lot.”

Samuel lowered his eyes, his thick curly eyelashes trembling slightly.

“Before, Uncle Sampson used to tell me one thing, that my mother traded her life for mine and my sister’s. When Mom was still pregnant with us, she was in a car accident and was injured. She had to have surgery, and if she didn’t have the operation she could have been disabled for life. But for the operation they needed to use anesthesia, which meant that me and my sister were going to be affected and we wouldn’t have been able to be born…”

She opened her eyes wide, not letting the tears fall: “She underwent the operation without anesthesia to save my sister and me. I don’t know how much it would have hurt him, I only heard that he fainted many times from the pain and that he almost died…”

“I have been the only ‘man’ in my family since I was a child. I want to protect her, to love her, so that she will never be hurt again and never experience pain.” He snorted, “I don’t care if the man who takes care of her in the future is my biological father or not. As long as he loves her, wants her, cares for her and protects her, I will accept him and even call him daddy.”

Samuel expressed his attitude that no matter who Dolores chose in the future, he was going to understand and accept it.

But if even her biological father, Matthew, was incapable of doing all of the above, he was not going to accept it.

His mom deserved a great man to take care of her.

Matthew held his forehead with one hand resting against the car window. Shrouded in the shade of a tree, his expressions were submerged in darkness, leaving only a vague outline. A closer look showed that his whole body was trembling slightly.

At this moment, there were no words that could describe his inner feelings.

That kind of shock, that kind of impact made him feel an anguish that could not be expressed in words….

After a long while, he was able to calm down enough to speak, but his voice was still hoarse as he said to Samuel, “We should go home.” With that, he started the car again.

“Wait a minute.” Samuel looked at the blood on the back of his hand, “Are you hurt?”

“No.” None of the blood on his hand belonged to him.

Samuel was inexplicably relieved and pulled a wipe from the box of wet wipes in front of him, “I’ll clean it up for you.”

Matthew reached out and Samuel lowered his head holding Matthew’s hand with one hand, with the other he earnestly wiped the remaining blood from the back of his hand.

He was very sensible and did not ask how he had stained his hands in the first place.

Matthew looked at him; his face was young and immature, but not at all.

His maturity made his heart ache with a kind of pain that eroded his heart and lungs.

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