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About the child?
Justinâs footsteps stopped as his long, cold eyes looked at her. However, he only glanced at her casually before getting into the car.
He had nothing to say to Ruth about the child.
The car started up and Ruth gave chase. Just as she was about to reach the car, Lawrence suddenly jumped out and grabbed her. âMiss Ruth, letâs talk!â
When Ruth saw that it was him again, she bit her lip angrily and said, âI really have something important to discuss with Mr. Hunt! Itâs about the child! His son!â
Lawrence lowered his eyes. âWhatâs wrong with Pete? Tell me first.â
Ruthâs eyes were steady as she said slowly, âNo, I must discuss this with Mr. Hunt face to face. I wonât say anything until I see him.â
The corners of Lawrenceâs mouth twitched. âAgain this trick. Are you going to ask him out when you see him? Miss Ruth, Iâve seen this trick of yours a million times before. I advise you to behave yourself. Mr. Hunt has a fiancée! Itâs Miss Smith, you understand?â
He pursed his lips and looked Ruth up and down. âPlease take a good look at yourself. What is there in you that compares with Miss Smith? Your face? Your figure? Or your talent? Tsk! Take a look in the mirror if you have time.â
Lawrence got into the car and went after Justin.
Ruth was left alone, embarrassed.
She clenched her fists tightly and took a deep breath after a moment. âWait and see! Sooner or later Iâll unmask the person you like and bring her down in disgrace!â
The limo was headed back to the Smiths.
Justin was driving personally so that Nora could rest without any hindrance. He drove the car so smoothly that not even a slight vibration was noticeable.
Nora lay down on the large bed in the back seat and slept with her eyes closed.
She had only fallen asleep when she suddenly sat up.
She hesitated for a moment. âDid we forget something?â
Justin looked at her. âWhat can I forget? Sleep.â
Noraâs face was pale and listless. Her almond-shaped eyes were lowered and she could barely open them. When she heard Justinâs words, she thought it was probably nothing serious, so she lay down again. This time, he actually fell into a deep sleep.
Not long after his car left, Karl was released from the special department.
Everyone in the special department stared at him.
Janson had gone to arrange Old Terryâs funeral affairs, so Mark was representing him while he was there. The moment Karl came out, he stood straight as a wall and saluted.
An undercover colleague was someone they had to look up to more. However, under Captain Johnsonâs direction, he had humiliated Karl several times in the past few days.
At that moment, Mark really felt he had made a mistake. âSir, I have made a mistake! Please hit me and vent your anger.â
Young officers were always hot-blooded. However, they could realize their mistakes and change. They did not always have bad intentions.
Karl looked at him and thought back to his younger daysâ¦.
He patted Mark on the shoulder and said, âYou have done the right thing. Even if there is no proof and you have doubts about the enemy, you must have full faith in your comrades.â
Just as he himself had never doubted Old Terry in all these years.
Even if something like this had happened before, it shouldnât have caused the people in the special department to have a crisis of distrust for their colleagues.
Markâs face grew even redder. âBut Captain Johnson turned out that way-can our fellow officers be trusted?â
âYes!â
Karl replied in the affirmative, âThere are always exceptions. But those who are willing to give up everything for the people deserve respect.â They couldnât let the people in the special department have a crisis of confidence because of Captain Johnson.
Mark nodded thoughtfully. At that moment, Morris had a uniform in his hand and walked over to Karl with heavy steps. He suddenly saluted Karl and handed him the uniform. âKarl, welcome home.
Welcome home.
These words made Karlâs eyes turn red.
With trembling fingers, he slowly took the uniform and returned Morrisâ salute.
Then he turned and walked out.
Along the way, people in the special department kept glancing at him. People greeted Karl one after another as he walked past them. With everyoneâs attention on him, Karl walked out the door.
In the solemn and tragic atmosphere, Karlâs voice suddenly came from outside the door. âWhere is Nora? This heartless person â didnât she think to take me home!!! Do I have to take a cab home!!!â
Everyone was speechless.
Morris rushed to get a car from the special department to take him home.
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At the Smiths.
After arriving at the Smith mansion, Justin picked up Nora, who was sound asleep, and carried her inside.
The matter had been resolved and Austin had not arrived in the country.
Ian was very pleased. It was rare that he didnât have a bad impression of Justin.
Justin went upstairs and gently placed Nora on the bed. Then, he heard the commotion downstairs.
His eyebrows furrowed tightly.
He stepped out and looked down. He realized it was Sue. At that moment, she was pointing at Tanya. âTanya, your situation is so awkward now! Your father has killed a person and even killed a policeman. Itâs just too lawless.â
Tanya rolled her eyes and ignored her. However, just as she was about to go upstairs, Sue said, âYouâre the mistress of our family now. Itâs just too embarrassing to have a murderer for a father! Look, many letters of invitation have been sent to my house. No one dares to invite you. So, Joel, donât you think I should be the one to be Mrs. Smith?â
Many people wanted to curry favor with the Smiths to do business. As a matrairca, I could get a lot of gifts from them.
Being Mrs. Smith was a very glorious thing.
Sue was using Tanyaâs bad reputation to vie for this position!
She really was courting death every day.
Joel narrowed his eyes. âI wonât bother you with that sort of thing.â
âHow is it going to be a bother? Iâm a member of the Smiths, too. Besides, Tanyaâs status is too awkward now, and sheâs not fit to appear in public. Isnât that my responsibility then?â
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a police car pulled up outside the villa with a screech.
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