Chapter 18
Tristan picked up his glass and downed his drink. âXav, sheâs dead. Let bygones be bygones.â
As soon as he said that, he realized that he was actually speaking up for Yvette.
But Xavier didnât realize that something was different about Tristan that day. The former continued to read on. Just as he was nearly finished, his
one rang. He picked it up and saw
that it was Mark.
âMr. Lane, Iâve tracked down Claudeâs movements.â Then, Mark sent him an address.
When Xavier opened it, he saw that it was a small, remote county called Sangine County. It sounded a little familiar, but he couldnât remember where he had heard it before.
When Xavier didnât say anything after a long silence, Tristan couldnât help but ask, âWhatâs the matter?â
Xavier got up. âI have to go somewhere. Call me if anything happens.â Without saying another word, he got his coat and walked out the door.
Tristan wanted to ask Xavier where he was going, but the latter left in a hurry. Soon, Tristan was the only person left in the manor.
It was getting late, and he hadnât gotten much sleep. So, he decided to just stay the night there.
At dawn, Xavier finally reached Sangine County. The sky was
I was getting heavier.
Mark held up a big black umbrella as Tristan got out of the
car.
As Mark led Tristan to the countryside of Sangine County, he explained, âWhen we found out that Claude had made a stop here, we looked into it further.
âIt turns out that Ms. Snyderâs nanny, who took on the role as Ms. Snyderâs adoptive nother when she was a child, lives here.â
Adoptive motherâ¦
Beneath the pouring rain, Xavierâs eyes dimmed. He
remembered why Sangine Country sounded so familiar now. Yvette had mentioned it to him on more than one occasion!
During their three years of marriage, whenever there had been a special occasion, Yvette had asked him nervously, Xav, thereâs something I need to go to Sangine County for. Can I go?â
Back then, Xavier hadnât cared where she had gone, so he had never asked what she did in Sangine County.
He had just told her in an indifferent tone, âGo wherever you want. You donât need to report it to me.â
Despite his response, Yvette had still informed him whenever she had wanted to go somewhere. She hadnât liked going out much. So, most of the time that she had gone out, it had been to Sangine County.
Finally, they arrived in front of a runâdown brick house.
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âThis is it.â Mark stepped forward. When he took a closer look, he realized the door was locked. âWhat in the world?â
He looked back at Xavier. The latter made a gesture, and
several bodyguards stepped forward to break down the door.
âWait here,â Xavier said.
âYes.â
As soon as he walked in, the dampness hit him in the face. The house was very squalid, and the smell of mold lingered in the air.
Had Yvette actually lived there when she was young?
Xavier frowned. As he walked further inside, his gaze fell on a blackâandâwhite photo on the square table. His eyes
widened. Picking up the photo, he gazed at it for a long time in disbelief.
In the blackâandâwhite photo, Yvetteâs smile was kind and gentle. She looked tranquil and content, but there was a deep sorrow in her eyes.
Xavier slowly clenched the fist that was holding the photo, then slammed it down on the table.
âJust great! Is she addicted to acting? Is this supposed to be a funeral portrait? What kind of joke is this?â He didnât even realize that his voice was shaking.
The house was very small. There were only two rooms and a common area, so he quickly reached the end. Besides
furniture like tables and chairs, there wasnât much else. He searched around but didnât find anything.
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Suddenly, a clap of thunder sounded. A flash of lightning once again illuminated the photo in the house.
Xavier ordered Mark to come in âFind out where Yvetteâs nanny went.â
âYes, Mr. Lane.â
After Mark left, Xav ier asked the bodyguards to leave. He stayed back alone to wait for the owner of the house to come back so that they could talk.
He ended up waiting for a day. In the afternoon, the rain finally stopped. At that moment, he heard the neighbors _outside having a conversation.
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