At night, Rex knocked on the door of the president's office.
"Mr. Quentin, Ms. Becker is here."
The man who hadn't stopped working since returning from the Civil Affairs Bureau didn't raise his eyebrows, holding a pen in his slender hand. "Tell her to leave."
"But, Ms. Becker said it was about Swiftown..."
Orville raised his head, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and pinched his sore brows. "Let her come up."
Within five minutes, Rex pushed open the door. "Ms. Becker, please."
Allison thanked Rex and walked into the office.
Rex closed the door and checked the time.
It was already 11 pm. Why did she come so late to talk about that person in Swiftown?
Huh. It must be an excuse.
In the office, Allison stood in front of the desk. "Orville, Aunt Karen called me this afternoon. She seemed to know."
Orville paused when he signed, raised his head, and stared at her. "What do you say?"
"I told her what you had told me. Although she didn't say anything later, she was in low spirits. She's going to have an operation next week, and the doctor said she needs to remain calm."
"I see." Orville threw away his pen. "Get prepared. We're going to Swiftown tonight."
Allison nodded. "Okay, let's meet at the airport."
"Okay."
...
The next day, the news that Orville and Allison appeared at the airport together late at night dominated the front pages again.
Many netizens were cheering, believing that they were traveling together secretly and might get married soon!
At the same time, Orville received a call in Swiftown.
"Hello, this is the hospital calling. Are you Ingrid Swinton's husband?"
Orville frowned. "What do you want?"
"Well, your wife forgot to go to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine the day before yesterday. Her disease is already at an advanced stage. She must receive treatment."
Orville's heart thumped, and his voice trembled when he spoke again, "What? Please explain!"
Late at night, Silenville.
The villa was empty. In the living room on the first floor, a man sat quietly on the sofa with a report on the coffee table in front of him.
The lights weren't on. Only a ray of moonlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and hit the table.
The man's handsome face was hidden in the darkness, and his gaze was fixed on the report without blinking.
Advanced gastric cancer.
Ingrid actually got cancer?!
Suddenly, Orville smiled and raised his hands to cover his eyes.
He didn't believe it. This must be her trick again!
In their three years of marriage, he had hardly seen her get sick. Besides, she was only 23 years old. How could she get cancer at such a young age?
It was impossible!
She must be panicked because he left her, and now she regretted it. Therefore, she played another trick to force him to take her back!
Oh, he wouldn't believe it!
He never forgot what a hypocritical and greedy woman she was!
He would also never forget what Ingrid said to those two women in the clubhouse that day.
She said that she didn't love him at all and that marrying him was just because of his status and wealth.
Of course. She loved vanity so much. If she really got cancer, how could she agree to divorce and leave him without taking any compensation?
This must be Ingrid's trick. It was fake!
Orville brainwashed himself over and over again.
But why was his heart so dull?
He remembered the strange and indifferent way she looked at him in the meeting room that day. It was something he had never seen before.
The inexplicable panic was suddenly magnified infinitely at this moment.
Orville raised his hand to cover his heart.
No. He had to find Ingrid in person. He had to expose her tricks!
He stood up and called Rex as he walked out, "Send me the location of the hotel where Ingrid is staying."