บททั้งหมดของ Love in the dark: บทที่ 631 - บทที่ 640

"No." Laurence recalled the missed call. By the time he’d seen it and returned the call, there was no answer on the other line. He calmly swallowed the blood in his mouth, his bloodshot eyes despairing. He choked as he stifled a sob, "I didn't take the call. I was in a meeting." The harsh white light above cast a clinical pallor over the man's face.The police officer stared into Laurence's bloodshot eyes as if he could see the blood coursing through his veins. "Mr. Scott, do you feel okay? You can take a break in the lounge if you need to."Laurence pursed his lips into a straight line. "I'm fine." He had a lot of questions, but his mind was racing so fast that it felt like it was going to burst. His temples throbbed and pounded. How could she be fine one moment and gone the next? Why would she go to that place? It was remote, far away, and dangerous. It was like a nightmare he could not wake up from. Laurence was dragged into the deep, dark sea, his lungs burning as the water ent

The two individuals talking behind Laurence's back felt a chill down their spine. The pair clammed up and looked behind them, only to meet a pair of cold eyes. They shuddered, and words couldn’t describe the looks on their faces. Laurence had overheard the duo gossiping about him. The tension was excruciating. Despite the cringe, they were socially inept enough to say hello to Laurence as if nothing ever happened. They behaved courteously, respectfully, and reverently. "Mr. Scott." Laurence drew close, his leather shoes quiet on the corridor carpet. The man's complexion under the harsh light was pasty. His dark eyes fixated on the women as he echoed their words in a chilling, flat tone, "Am I a madman?" The pair had thought they would get away with it since they were in a public space. At the very least, Laurence wouldn't give them a hard time about it. They were wrong. At a loss for what to do, the individuals stumbled for words before coughing out an apology. It only proved t

Laurence took time off to visit Sarah at the hospital. Her gunshot wound hadn't healed. She lay in the hospital bed, delicate and pitiful. He didn't even bother sitting down and stood a few feet from her bed as he watched her calmly. This bullet had almost cost her her life. She had only managed to send in one of Jason's loyal underlings; only his fingerprints were found on the gun.Laurence continued staring at her, struggling to put into words what remained of his feelings for her. The affection he’d felt for her for years had gradually worn away. There ultimately came a day when he yearned to disregard the vows he had once made. He was no longer willing to protect her unconditionally. He no longer reminisced about the days they had spent depending on each other.Every time she went too far and did something incomprehensible, he had numbed himself with memories of the past every time she came to him and pleaded with tears in her eyes. He had always looked the other way and gotten

Robert was so overwhelmed with emotion that he couldn't control himself. His facial expression hadn't changed much, but there were hints of an untamed animal within him starting to break free. He inhaled deeply to calm himself down. He had to speak normally, at least. Otherwise, Laurence might not believe a word he had to say.Laurence looked at the man before him, who looked like he had aged a decade during his time in prison. It appeared he wasn't doing quite well. Laurence's patience was running low, and he looked at Robert, "If you have something to tell me, spit it out. You're free to say anything you wish."A cunning glint flashed in Robert's eyes. After a short silence, he changed his mind and laid out his conditions, "I have a son who is now homeless. If you promise to care for my son and his mother, I will give you the information you need." Confidence filled his core as he waited for Laurence to accept such terms.Unexpectedly, the man before him pulled a nonchalant smile.

Laurence coughed uncontrollably, his back arching slightly. He looked thin and frail.Matthew was stunned when he noticed the trace of blood at the corner of Laurence's lips. He didn't dare comment on it, but he asked carefully, "Mr. Scott, do you need to go to the hospital?"Gradually, Laurence stopped coughing. He used a handkerchief to clean his face. When he looked at his hand, there was blood. Even though he'd coughed up blood, his chest still felt suffocated. He closed his eyes. He grimaced before regaining an expressionless composure. "There's no need. Let's go back to the hotel."Matthew wanted to try and talk him into it, but Laurence seemed reluctant to speak of the matter. Thus, he didn't dare say more. Laurence had been fine before the inspection. Who knew what Robert had said that was provocative enough to incite such a reaction from him?Back at the hotel, Laurence stayed silent. He really didn't want to talk about it. His mind furiously replayed Robert’s words. Memor