Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1343:

Samuel matched her volume when he replied, “Mr. Ralph Castro has not left Castro Manor since his return. Mr. Blaine Castro, on the other hand, left the city recently. He returned the very same night.” Samuel paused, as if bracing himself. “We found out that the day he left was the same day Sharon went missing.”

Sadie’s steps halted abruptly. She stared at the floor, her brows furrowing in a deep frown. Blaine again.

Her gaze turned icy. “I’d like to see Blaine. Tell him to come to Myrtlewood Estate.”

Samuel nodded immediately. “Understood, Ms. Hudson. I’ll make the arrangements right away.”noveldrama

Two hours slipped by before Blaine finally arrived at Myrtlewood Estate. Predictably, he was running late.

Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead while his fingers fidgeted relentlessly, wrinkling the collar of his shirt. The easy charm that usually danced in his eyes had faded, replaced with a look that was more defensive than playful.

He clung to his car keys so tightly that his knuckles turned pale, his grip leaving his hand damp and chilled.

Why on earth did Sadie ask to meet him? All he had done was run a simple errand for his grandfather. Nothing more, nothing less.

He shot a desperate look toward Samuel, who stood sentry at the door, hoping for even a subtle sign that he wasn’t about to walk into a disaster.

Samuel turned slightly away and replied with nothing but a shrug.

There would be no help from him. His role was to carry out Sadie’s orders, not interfere.

That small gesture told Blaine everything he needed to know—he had to face this alone.

How did Sadie manage to uncover everything so fast? He hadn’t even had time to cover his tracks.

If word ever got back to his grandfather, Blaine knew he’d be lucky to escape in one piece.

Yet there was no escaping it now. He’d walked straight into this mess and had no option but to deal with the consequences.

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Bracing himself, Blaine straightened up and walked into the living room. Sadie lounged quietly on the luxurious sofa, her expression perfectly unreadable. On the table in front of her, two cremation urns sat side by side, silent and ominous.

A heavy tension pressed down on the room, making it hard for Blaine to breathe. A chill ran up his neck, causing his skin to ripple with unease. He froze, caught between steps, unsure whether to move forward or retreat.

He tried to play it cool, stretching his lips into a smile that felt painfully stiff. “Sadie, you called me over like it’s some kind of emergency—” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

His attempt at lightening the atmosphere fell flat. Sadie didn’t even bother to glance his way. Her reply was ice-cold, cutting him off before he could finish.

“Blaine, let’s skip the charade. Patrick’s already spilled everything. Where’s Sharon?”

Blaine felt her accusation slam into him, knocking the wind out of him. That forced smile faltered, and he stared at her, wide-eyed and stunned.

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