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Chapter 115. A Man In Love Is Really The Most Terrifying Of All
Victoria’s contemplation turned towards the past, convinced that there must have been a catalyst for her abrupt departure. Mark’s frigid demeanor wasn’t something that developed overnight; there had to be a reason behind Mae’s sudden exit. She won’t leave without a reason.
Something happened that only she knew out of a hunch, with Mark not sharing anything.
After a couple of seconds of silence, Mae decided to be candid with Victoria. “Back then, I found out I was pregnant. I was about a month along. Mark gave me an ultimatum: either terminate the pregnancy or get a divorce.” She said.
The other end of the line fell into an eerie quiet, and then Victoria’s voice rang out, filled with disbelief and anger, “What? How could he do that… that bastard!”
“I carried the child, it is the marriage I couldn’t continue to endure. Back then, I felt that I had to make a choice. I couldn’t subject my child’s life to a broken marriage. I couldn’t go on with Mark. So… I chose to divorce him. From now on, I don’t want to hear anything about Mark, nor do I want to be involved in any matter related to him.”
Mae spoke with a calm tone as if the past was truly behind her. But only she understood that the past wasn’t entirely resolved; she had simply chosen not to bring it up. Reviving that topic meant summoning pain.
“Oh my God, Mae… Mae, I’m sorry for asking you. I… I had no idea…” Victoria’s voice wavered, choked with emotion.
“It’s all right, Victoria. It’s all a thing in the past now.”
Victoria Smith was the sole source of warmth in the Smith family for Mae Lee. She was determined
not to let that bond shatter because of what Mark did.
“Mae, don’t worry. In the future, Mark won’t trouble you. I won’t allow it,” Victoria’s voice held anger and guilt, palpable through the phone.
Mae offered a faint smile and comforted Victoria before they ended the call.
After their conversation, Mae continued to sit quietly on the bed, gazing out the window.
Shrapnel?
Mae couldn’t comprehend the concept of shrapnel in Mark’s brain. Though perplexed, she didn’t dwell on it, setting her phone aside before drifting off to sleep.
Oddly, she couldn’t sleep well after her call with Victoria. As she closed her eyes, fragments of Victoria’s words echoed in her mind.
“He vomited blood tonight.”
“The doctor mentioned significant mood swings…”
These phrases played on a loop, disturbing her thoughts.
She managed to doze off in the latter part of the night, but her sleep was fitful. Her dreams were a chaotic sequence, and she even envisioned Mark standing before her, covered in blood, calling out her name repeatedly.
“Mae…”
Mae…
“Help me, Mae…”
“Mark!” Mae jolted awake, beads of sweat dotting her forehead.
She paused for a moment, the remnants of the dream unsettling as she recalled them.
The phone call from Victoria still held a grip on her thoughts.
With a quiet sigh, Mae got up and went to wash her face.
Upon exiting the bathroom, Auntie Melissa had already prepared breakfast. Her little one was seated, dutifully consuming her meal.
“Mae, come over and have some breakfast.”
“Okay.”
Mae pulled the chair and seated at the dining table. Auntie Melissa added, “Your sprained ankle needs rest. Don’t overexert yourself today.”
With a bite of the fritter in hand, Mae nodded, replying, “Sure, Master’s remedy works like magic. I barely felt any pain when I walked today. I’ll be back on my feet in no time.”
Auntie Melissa shot her a look, cautioning, “Master’s remedy might not be as effective as before. You must take care of yourself. Don’t underestimate your health. Remember that year…” She trailed off, realizing she might have spoken too hastily, her expression a mix of regret.
Mae’s smile momentarily faltered before returning to her usual demeanor. She responded, “I understand, Auntie Melissa. No need to worry.”
As soon as the words fell, her cell phone rang.
“Hello? Hello… Is this a bad connection? Okay, I’ll head over right away.”
The call was from the police station, regarding the car accident from the previous day. They needed Mae to come in and provide a detailed statement.
Meanwhile, at the Smith Corporation…
“Mr. Smith, do you want to rest for two more days?”
Learning that his big boss was hospitalized again last night, Robert was shocked.
It’s only been a short while since the CEO has been hospitalized and he just went back there again. Was it scary?
Mark raised his eyes from the documents, lightly glanced at Robert, and said in a cold voice, “Are you busy?”
Robert was quickly pulled back from his train of thought.
“Go back to work. I’m ……
…. I’m quite busy.” Mark said.
“Then you won’t still go out?” Robert asked.
Mark shot him a look. It took him quite a while before he responded. “Yes.”
Robert felt that his own boss was still in a bad mood today, to be exact, since the lady came back,
11:07
the CEO’s mood has never been good.
For a while now, he always felt that there was a dark and oppressive piece above his head and that enveloping storm could press down at any time, pulling him into the vortex.
An exasperated sigh escaped his lips. “Sheesh!” The air crackled with tension as he mumbled under his breath, contemplating the unpredictable dynamics at play. A boss in the throes of a breakup was an unpredictable force to reckon with a whirlwind that could not be taken lightly.
“Handle with care! Approach with caution! The CEO is not to be messed with today!” The words echoed in his mind, a mantra he repeated to himself, both as a reminder and a plea.
Just at this time, the secretary pushed open the door and walked in, “Mr. Smith, the police station had just called., They want you to come in for questioning. It’s about the car accident outside the hospital yesterday.”
“Mr. Smith had a car accident?” Robert subconsciously opened his mouth to ask, but he was greeted by Mark’s cold gaze, which scared him so much that he immediately covered his mouth.
“Tell the police department side that I’m not available today and let them proceed with their investigation.”
“Yes, Mr. Smith.” The secretary answered and went out.
But just as her front foot stepped out of the door of the CEO’s office, she was once again stopped by Mark’s words. “Forget it, I’ll go there myself.” He said.
Dropping these words, Mark got up from the boss’s chair, took his suit jacket, and walked towards the special elevator reserved for the CEO.
As fate would have it, both Mark and Mae arrived at the police station nearly simultaneously.
Because of her injured foot, Mae didn’t drive here this time, and when she got down from the car, she happened to meet Mark’s car driving past in front of her eyes.
Though she didn’t see Mark, Mae recognized his car. A Maybach, low–key black, but the license plate number was ostentatious, a high–profile A8888.
She subconsciously paused for two seconds and then walked towards the police station.
But because of the foot injury, she walked not fast, not because of the top quality ointment, she is afraid to even walk at the moment is difficult to walk, walks for a long time, and also barely walked to the door of the Criminal Investigation Department.
The police chief, having been informed of Mark’s arrival, personally welcomed him at the gate. Passing by Mae, he shot her a brief surprised look, but he didn’t pause and instead quickened his pace towards Mark.
Mae’s progress was slower due to her injury. Before long, both Mark and Harry Del Toro caught up with her.
“Mr. Smith, I apologize for this inconvenience. We truly appreciate your cooperation,” Harry said, acknowledging Mark’s presence.
“Harry, no need for formalities. It’s a civic duty,” Mark replied. His voice retained the icy detachment that Mae was familiar with. Even when speaking to Harry with a hint of politeness, he still couldn’t hide the obvious detachment and indifference.
